Sore eyes

P1000779BFHim:       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.

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