#365grateful Post 86

Today’s little slice of “happitude” is...

Sylvia. And that I’m not the only one.

The more I thought about it and every day that I spoke more and more with John made me realise that holding onto pieces of my odd little friendship with him would inevitably destroy me. I was beginning to feel like a bit of a smitten teenager but not so much for the superficial things like his dreamy smile or his dark chocolate eyes. It was for "grown-up" reasons like the fact that I felt more challenged by him than I had felt by anyone else in just the longest time. He seemed to tick all the boxes for me. He made me see things and think of things, including myself, so differently. He was helping me to realise things about myself and to question things about life that I had never even thought of questioning before. He was changing me a little bit more every day.

That change, that growth, that feeling, was what I had been craving and the mere thought that it would disappear one of these days gave me a lump in my throat. But I still craved it. I decided that instead of being upset that I would eventually miss all these things when he left, I would soak up every last drop of them while he was still here.