situational

situational. everything is situational.

monday mornings i can't wait till she comes back. i can't wait to talk to my friend, my best friend, the one that knows me so well. i can't wait to talk to her again. and in a way, it's sad - because of the situation. the situation being that she loves someone else, lives with someone else. it could be so awesome; in many ways -is- so awesome. she comes back, (unbelieveably) calls me again. it is awesome. except for the tiny little detail that her situation is that she's in a life that already has a male lead in it.

her weekend was the weekend i dream of, with all the things that i dream of. dinner out. afternoon spent sharing an interest. another quiet evening. sleep late. an all day, in the shade, kick back, be easy, lazy, no pressures, no plans, nothing else to do kinda day, spent with ones' partner. the situation? it wasn't -my- day, i wasn't the one she spent it with.