Status

I’ve, expectedly, gotten a lot of notes asking about the status of Heather and me. I haven’t answered them because I’m not entirely sure how to. I can say with complete certainty that, after spending this past week with her, I love her more than I ever have. I can say with some certainty that she loves me as much as she ever has too.
 
But, I don’t know how to answer questions about our status and future, because the week we spent together wasn’t spent answering (or even asking) those questions. We only had a week to spend with one another and neither of us wanted to waste time worrying over past troubles or future uncertainties. I’m not sad that we didn’t worry about those things.
 
I will say that at the moment I feel more willing to do whatever it takes to see Heather and make our relationship work (whatever form it has) than ever before.  At the same time, no matter where we go from here I have no fears of feeling disgruntled or angry or used. I know I’m already lucky. It’s a shame that my past few entries have probably seemed a little melancholy, because the truth is on the whole I’m feeling the best I have in my life. I am still recovering from Heather being gone again and it’s a shame that I didn’t write any entries while she was here, but I was just too busy enjoying life to waste a second recording it. She just wrote an entry detailing our first day together (for those of you lucky enough to be on her favorites) and I may actually do the same soon, in a backwards sort of way. But, for now, just know that I’m extremely satisfied with how our week went and any sadness I have is just towards it being over and nothing more.
 
And, no, right now I can’t tell everyone my status with Heather by simply saying “She’s my girlfriend” or “We’ve decided to see other people.” But, in the end, I know I love her and I know she loves me. That is more revealing, meaningful, and unique than anything else I could tell you.

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wow, Matty. you remind me so much of justin and myself… sigh. cherish it, will you?

I liked this. 🙂

August 6, 2007

Eh, I guess notes from me are the last thing you want.

August 7, 2007

You’re such a hopeless romantic. Soon you’ll be writing that silly smut stuff like in those romance novels. “He turned to kiss her quivering lips and said, ‘All I want is you baby, that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Not a ranch in Montana or some big business in the city. Not Claire or million dollars, just you.” She sighed, knowing that life with him would be perfect, like in a story.” Hahaha. How is Rebecca doing? She get heat stroke from sitting in the house yet?

Don’t worry about not noting me. There’s no law saying that you have to note me! But it makes me warm and fuzzy-feeling inside that you feel like you should. Why would anyone want to give birth?

August 8, 2007

good

RYN: I know what you mean, that’s why I haven’t changed mine in over two years. I’m already missing the old one but am too lazy to change it back.

August 11, 2007

ryn: no you didn’t!

August 12, 2007

Ah well, what’s four years between flatmates? Um, yeah, I don’t even know what I’m saying. K was always a bit like a hurricane…

RYN: “It’s not that I’m not willing to, it’s that the though of me helping never occurs to me.” That’s exactly it for me as well. I am trying to work on it, but only so far as houseghold work goes because I’m told that the house is where women work and the yard where men work. So it never even occured to me to try to anticipate yard work. Alas. PS: I enjoyed our conversation the other night.

Oh sap! But good sap…