I've been feeling rather exposed lately. As if my heart could be plucked from my chest, put on a plate and eaten until not even the tiniest morsel remains.
"This isn't a relationship," I told the man I'm dating a week or so ago. He looked surprised until I went on. "It's a love affair," I said. Making that distinction was my way of reconciling the fact that we live apart and aren't really involved at all in each other's day to day lives and that I see him about half as much as I'd like to. This week, I'm asking myself what I want--really. His last relationship was a weekend thing. For 7 or 8 or I dunno how many years, he and this woman saw each other only on the weekends. I could see that working out...if we actually saw each other on the weekends. What if what this all comes down to is that I like him more than he likes me?