Today’s little slice
of “happitude” is...
A solid jog and quiet time with my fairy lights.
Today John told me that he would be
moving to the USA before the end of the year. Not just for a few months or
years, but indefinitely.
I felt so many things all at once. But mostly, I
was angry that he hadn’t told me sooner. If I had known that he was just going
to leave, I wouldn’t have spent the time talking to him and getting to know
him. I would’ve put any idea of forming any kind of friendship or relationship
with him out of my mind to avoid getting hurt later on. But now it was too
late.
When I asked him why he hadn’t told me earlier
he simply said that telling me would’ve made a very poor conversation starter
and that he didn’t want me to be put off of meeting him; he thought I was very
interesting and he wanted the chance to meet me. He also promised that we would
keep in touch after he had moved. “They have cell reception in North America,
you know”, he said.
Ordinarily I would’ve poured myself a very large
glass of wine and brooded over this news for a while. But instead, I put on my
running shoes and went for a jog. I thought about the news and tried to decide
what I was feeling and how I wanted to handle the situation. Did I want to
sever all contact with him from now on or did I want to carry on talking to him
as though nothing had happened? In the end, we both decided to keep talking and
seeing each other from time to time until he left.
A lot of my friends didn’t agree with that
decision. They were convinced I was setting myself up for plenty of heartache.
But I didn’t care. There was something about John that made it
impossible for me to push him away. So, I didn’t.
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