"We cannot really experiment with love as freely as we wish.
It is really a much more complicated topic." -5 and 1/2 Minute Hallway.
Just for clarification, the above has absolutely no relevance to my entry for today. I stumbled across it just now, and thought it would be nice to share.
Something has happened. It was somewhat expected, but never discussed seriously, so perhaps it was unexpected for me. Someone very dear to me has been offered the chance to go elsewhere for his studies. It isn’t to happen NOW, he will leave in all due time, but the fact is, it WILL.
I should be overjoyed, I really should. I was all smiles when he told me. I think I even sounded more excited than he was. But then, he isn’t one to start cartwheeling about when major news hits him anyway. The euphoria and elation has died down now and the reality is this: eventually, he will leave me. I have to let him go.
I will be happy for him.
I will smile for him.
I will laugh for him.
I had prayed for this for him anyway.
So why is there this sick feeling of dread in my stomach?
Enough said here.
