The Loose Ends
Posted on May 15, 2008 - Filed Under Journal
Remember that episode of Sex and the City when Carrie decides to go to Paris because she’s afraid of losing The Russian? I’m not blond or a sex columnist and he’s not a Russian artist, but I’m going with him so as not to lose him.
I said last night that my life is about more than him (my job, my friends, my familiarities) and I’m worried now. I know that going to Rochester isn’t about Andrew, but going to Warwick is. Going to Warwick is only about him.
I know that committed relationships are about sacrifice. I’ve got to sacrifice my summer for him so that I can be with him while he lives out part of his dream. I’m so proud of him for being able to do this and I know that leaving will open up a whole new part of my life, the adult part that takes me away from my childhood and into adulthood, as scary as that may be.
It is scary.
I wish I had the summer to say goodbye, not sixteen days.
Fifteen, it’s past midnight.
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