I’m not a supportive girlfriend – I’ve been boo-hooing and pining and last night in the Italian restaurant I joined the baritone waiter in O Sole Mio much to the chagrin of my friends – but truly, I miss the physical presence of my girlfriend – let’s remember she is very new to my world, so it wasn’t as if I have exhausted looking at her, watching her, learning her gestures, or even a thousand other things about knowing her in the flesh as opposed to our continuing education over Skype, cell or email. “Pero tu tienes que apoyarla” or something like that my friend told me last night – alright – my friend’s right – I had this epiphany two days ago when I told myself to buck up and be supportive. Okay so here I am – supportive – twenty days from seeing the love of my life – and all I have to say is fuck a bunch of supportive – I MISS HER LIKE CRAZY.
remember that it makes the heart grow fonder…isn’t that what they say?
they – what do they know (see you later).