After being single essentially for the better
part of a decade, I think I met someone who I could see myself with long term.
And I mean long term as in the rest of my life. But in true Summer
fashion, there's a complication: he's moving away. Far, far away. Those
words don't really have the ring they do in fairy tale when they are said in
regards to the guy you like moving halfway across the world.
I
can't figure out how these things always happen to me. Why can't I just
meet the guy and the guy be available? Not in a relationship. Not married.
Not living in Hawaii .
Not moving to away. It's like you are damned when you do and damned when you
don't. I keep putting myself out there and the universe keeps saying
"Oh, here's a guy for you but here's the catch." And I sigh. I
guessing I'll be signing up for pottery classes and getting another cat because
spinster-dom here I come.
Now
maybe you're thinking that I should tell this guy how I feel and ask him not to
go. Trust me, I thought of that right away but that's a lot of pressure
to pile on at the start of the relationship. To ask someone you've known
for a few weeks to give up something they've been planning for almost two years
and say "Hey, forget that, stay here with me because I like you".
I would be so scared that he'd end up resenting me for his missed
adventure and opportunity. And what if it didn't work out? What if two
months down the road, he and I split and then I'm the reason he missed out on
his big adventure? Ahhhhh, the pressure.
So
I'm stuck. Because if he feels about me the way I do about him, then he really
should stay because it wil work out and last forever....But there are no
guarantees besides the fact that the universe hates me and I'm going to stay
single forever, it seems. I've now got to go on in the single scene
knowing I met someone perfect for me but it was the wrong time - just like all
the wrong guys I met at the right time. Sigh. I guess when it comes to
finding true love, timing is really everything.
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