Sunday, December 07, 2003
Don't Ask, Don't Tell
This weekend was, by far, the most random series of events. There's no way I could describe it as a story and have it make sense to you, so I won't try.
You'd think a weekend that starts off normally would end up normally, but you'd be sadly mistaken. I can imagine the look in your eyes as you, probably painfully (I can only hope), told me to never speak to you again; full of some sort of knowledge that you're probably lying. I've never come so close to losing a best friend, and I don't even know why.
Despite your reactions, my company understood and did whatever possible to help. My rem cycle was accompanied by two, not one, people in the span on 26 hours. This was my first and second time since being at UR that I didn't have to sleep alone. And the second time, however pleutonic, was still kind of weird. I couldn't bring myself to get too far out of the corner of my bed in fear that it would seem too much like sleeping with you instead of sleeping in the same bed as you. The former would just have been too.........not right, although that was probably the first time since winter hit that I wasn't cold.
From here on, I can only imagine that things will get better. I had another sting of not being able to wait to get back to Evanston where people are normal, but I know that's not always true. I lost a friend and gained another, and from what everyone tells me you'll be coming back anyway. I don't want to lose you, and for some odd reason I'm sure I haven't. I just don't know anymore....talk to me, okay?
8:33 PM
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