So we spent the weekend sleeping, downloading and watching movies, doing random chores, eating and having sex.
I can't imagine a better way to spend time.
So we will be living together in March and April. I will pretend that that's the life I was meant to have with him. That it isn't just a temporary 2 month thing and it will all be over. Rather I will think of it as my life as a microcosm. A lifetime of memories, of a life together - but condensed into two months.
Is that sad?
He will leave after May. He will go back to his life, the one that is more or less set in stone. He will move home with his parents, work over there, and in a few years, meet and marry a girl with his parents approval.
And me? In the most optimistic scenario, I will get over all this. And I will fall in love again - with a man that can be with me.
But in my darkest, and deepest - okay not so deep, but definitely the thing I desire most, is that he will make the big decision, that he will make this huge step and decide to stay with me. To throw conventions out and break out of the mold. To fight for me. 11:53 PM