kicking and screaming he packed his things, moved them across town. went and stared at his new ceiling, bored without me.

freedom. liberty. exhale.

my love is infinite, still melting at a touch. if we ever won the lottery, we would simply crawl up somewhere together and spend a lifetime in contentment. as much as we love each other, I needed him to leave. just for the sake of my work and an income. if this keeps up, I’ll never get any work done. it has gone on long enough and I gently asked him to actually go live in that place of his that he has rented. blue eyes and a pout.I am addicted and I have no will power as long as he’s in the room.

the effects are immediate. freedom. liberty to walk down the street if I felt like it. freedom to do what ever the hell I want, when ever the hell I want. this is how I want my relationship to be. I want to love and be free.

they all resemble one another in some ways. I always wonder why that is. the older I get, obvious patterns emerge. when I came out of a store in Tennessee, knowing someone significant was in the car waiting for me, for a split second I pictured it might be Zeb. huh?!? there have been moments when he has reminded me of Mike. the way I assess my relationships has changed. I no longer force a decision. I don’t seek for outcomes that have not arrived yet. everything in due time.