I've been hanging out with Brigette once or twice a week for awhile now, ever since Ali introduced us at Poker Night. We had a few drinks together and did a couple of impromptu "Rock Band" duets, and talked about how much we both loved "Across the Universe." That next weekend, she came over for lunch and we watched movies and talked all day, and things just sort of started to fall into place after that.
She's fantastic. Intelligent, down-to-earth, and incredibly good-looking. The more time we started to spend with each other, the more our mutual attraction grew, and it didn't take long before we had moved out of the friendship zone into something else. The days I get to see her tend to be the highlight of my week, and she's definitely someone I could see myself getting seriously involved with.
But I'm leaving.
We met when my mind had already been made up, when plans had already been set in motion. Before things went too far with us, I made sure that she was conscious of that fact. To her credit, she didn't just abandon the situation, like many people would have. We still see each other on a regular basis, and we still have fun together... but the fact that I'll be gone soon is always there under the surface, like a ticking time bomb, counting down to a conclusion that neither of us can do anything about.
I often find myself wondering what would have happened if we had met sooner. I feel like we're both a victim of circumstance here, like we were both robbed of our opportunity to find out where things might lead. But then again, I have to examine the opposite end of the spectrum as well. I suppose it's better to have spent what time together that we were allowed, all the while conscious of the ticking clock in the background, than to have never met at all.
Life is all about experiences, and meeting her is one I'm glad I didn't miss out on.
She's fantastic. Intelligent, down-to-earth, and incredibly good-looking. The more time we started to spend with each other, the more our mutual attraction grew, and it didn't take long before we had moved out of the friendship zone into something else. The days I get to see her tend to be the highlight of my week, and she's definitely someone I could see myself getting seriously involved with.
But I'm leaving.
We met when my mind had already been made up, when plans had already been set in motion. Before things went too far with us, I made sure that she was conscious of that fact. To her credit, she didn't just abandon the situation, like many people would have. We still see each other on a regular basis, and we still have fun together... but the fact that I'll be gone soon is always there under the surface, like a ticking time bomb, counting down to a conclusion that neither of us can do anything about.
I often find myself wondering what would have happened if we had met sooner. I feel like we're both a victim of circumstance here, like we were both robbed of our opportunity to find out where things might lead. But then again, I have to examine the opposite end of the spectrum as well. I suppose it's better to have spent what time together that we were allowed, all the while conscious of the ticking clock in the background, than to have never met at all.
Life is all about experiences, and meeting her is one I'm glad I didn't miss out on.