remember how i said i was going to suggest to J that we should maybe speak even less (see letter in a previous post somewhere). well, i couldn't even bring this sentence over my lips when he called me yesterday evening - as we had agreed 10 days ago.
i was just so happy to hear from him that i couldn't even imagine not talking to him anymore. this love really is like an addiction i tell you. we spoke for almost 2 hours and it felt like 15 minutes. the only reason we ended our conversation was because they turned the lights off in the recovery home he is in and because my phone was about to die.
after, i felt like i had just got my fix. i was so relaxed and so content and i think i'll be able to hold on until next sunday when we shall speak again.
This started out as a daily-crap kinda blog which was supposed to offer opportunities to draw wisdom from and then turned into a collection of entries mostly about my dysfunctional relationship with the man I consider my soul-mate, who happens to also be a bi-polar [recovering] addict / math genius. --- ADDENDUM [March 2013]: J died at the age of 36 in the first days of March, leaving my heart broken and my life with a gaping hole I'm not sure how to fill.
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- photographer. philosopher. designer. mother. ... besides meandering about daily nothings, i am also always on a quest to figure out questions of life, ethics, nature vs. nurture, and God's plan.
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