Him: Good to see you today. Sight for sore eyes!
Me: 🙂 I miss hanging with you.
Him: Me too.
We don’t see each other very much and when we do, it’s strained. We pretend like we’re friends chatting away while the noticeable undercurrent of yearning flows beneath our feet. I don’t desire him any less, but the fog of impossibility hangs over us and our interactions.
I had a date with b-lock on Friday. That’s not the answer, either. I had a nice time, but no chemistry. No chemistry at all – even after a few cocktails.
Two-Bit Tart 
Ahh Phoren … *sends you some kind thoughts*
I know that it has been a … ‘Tri-ing’ time … and you struggle with what to do … with waiting / not waiting. I wish I had advice … but tis not mine to say I fear.
With B-locks … perhaps just enjoying the company of a friend is to be concentrated on. Just let him know … so he does not suffer the fate of the very nice person I have come to know on her.
Again … gentle thoughts your way … in hopes they reach you.
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