Well, over the past three months, I have been flying high -- perhaps too high. This was because of the man who lit up my life in such a big way. Stan is his name and he lives not far from my hometown.
We have had some super rambunctious times together. We said that we were different and would make the long distance thing work. After all, he had one previously that had lasted a long time and the distance was far greater.
We sent cards....letters in long hand....emails.....texts....and then made arrangements to meet up regularly for a nice weekend together.
Everything was super fine!
I sent him long stemmed roses for Valentine's Day. He sent me roses too.
On Sunday he sent a new picture of himself to me. Told me how much he loved me.
Then yesterday morning -- the holiday -- he sent the text we all hate to hear....."I can't do this anymore. I need someone local.....I need and want more...."
Really....
In a text?
I'm pretty devastated...and don't know what to do. It hurts....probably worse than anything I had ever experienced with Lovey.
So, back at square 1.
This is so hard.
2 comments:
Frank, Hope you get up out of the dumps soon. You have wonderful friends and family. Take some time off from dating maybe. Remember Stan was your rebound relationship after Steven.
I just stumbled across your blog this morning. I read some of the beginnings from 2006, and your most recent posts. A lot of what you wrote resonated with me. I am currently going through a bitter divorce. I have harbored gay feelings all of my life, but I have kept them repressed. Now that I am separated, I am starting to think of the what ifs....thanks for sharing your story.
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