Walking to Stats class today, I suddenly had a tic in my brain and pulled out my cellphone, flipping through the calendar to check something.
It seems that Kastom and I have been in a relationship for six months now. Huh
It doesn't mean a whole lot to me for the mere fact that I'm not one of those creepy people who go "We've been dating for three months, twelve days, seventeen hours and three minute" because THAT'S creepy as hell. But what's hard is that it feels that the six months is really only equal to maybe two weeks in means of how much we've physically seen each other. It's...hard.
And I don't mean it's hard to, per say, be "faithful", because there are no boys that have interested me. It's hard to be apart and to not see each other whenever we want to, or just to simply hang out on a weekend. I'm not going to have my passport in time for winter break, so there goes any shred of hope for that.
But we knew, going into this, that it was going to be hard. And I've accepted that. In a way, it's been rather beneficial because I don't have to worry about how much time I'm spending with him versus, say, doing my homework or job. I can focus on what is important to me, which is getting my education.
What I love...is having a whole group of people backing us up. It's so funny to know that we're being watched and observed by so many, and that others are rooting for us. I can't believe it.
For almost eighteen years, I was used to unrequited feelings. And then, suddenly, I have requited ones. I still don't understand it, but I'm getting better at overcoming that really simple hurdle: "They like you back."
Okay, time to go to Art.
