Monday, July 26, 2010

It is what it is

I’ve tried to write this a dozen times over. To write about The Athlete and Saturday night and all of the craziness that is a bar crawl and the part where I felt awkward and wanted to go home and the part when I was so, so happy that I’d left my comfort zone and attempted to be social. And that minute when I stood by my car and wished The Athlete the best of luck for his season in Europe. Where I had to say “well, I’ll see you in the spring!” (although, sometimes I see him over his very short Christmas break. It barely counts.) and be okay with it.

And I am. I’m okay with it. I understand that it is the reality of my friendship with him. It sucks, though. We get close every year around this time – I see him so much because of my job and, well, we just click. We get along well. Our personalities are very complimentary.

He, like all of us, has his limitations, but he’s a genuinely good guy and I adore him. As a friend or as something else, I adore him.

That’s all I can do.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well, I can SEE why you feel that way. He's a cutie!

 
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