Fight
June 17, 2005
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, With the photographs there, and the moss
Laura is moving away at the end of August. She found a house in London and signed the lease; things are becoming definite. Last night she came to tell me about the new place she’ll be sharing with two other beautiful women with gorgeous breasts.
Somehow we ended up fighting, arguing furiously about the past and throwing around accusations. She was emotional and crying. “I’m not sure what will happen to us,” she said. I was didactic, logical, cold. She stood up to leave but we ended up on my floor three hours later, our eyelashes wet with tears and recrimination. After all the violence, she lay in my arms kissing me softly.
Today it’s her birthday. She came by again and I gave her a little black book of photos. We hugged. “I’m sorry about last night,” she said. “We’ll be all right,” I said, and we took off our clothes and lay wrapped in each other all night long.
I no longer pretend to understand this whole relationship thing.
Posted by Tudor at 06:50 PM in Friends & Lovers | TrackBackpfft…me neither. but we survive ;)
Posted by: Laura the belated birthday girl, with a temper (loving the wonderful scrapbook you made) on June 17, 2005 at 11:20 PMBe thankful that London isn’t Munich, Germany… Great entry Tudor and you guys’ll be fine.
And if it’s rocky at the start, the internet can help in a sterile and generally detached sort of way… www.virtualkiss.com/ekiss/
Long distance is only good if you set each other on fire every time you come together. Stock up on gasoline and matches!
Posted by: Chris on June 18, 2005 at 02:33 PMWhy can’t you go with her? Or will that at least give you a chance to fly to the UK all the time?
Posted by: jules on June 19, 2005 at 12:31 AMWe’re taking about London, Ontario here — a blooming metropolis of 400,000 people that is as as attractive as my grandmother’s wrinkled ass. It’s about an hour and a half away from where I live.
As for moving, we are considering all the possibilities…
Posted by: Tudor on June 19, 2005 at 08:23 AMYou know, as soon as I hit “post” the thought occurred to me that we weren’t talking about the same place.
An hour and a half isn’t that far, besides- who wants to live in a wrinkled old ass?
Maybe she will move there, hate it, and want to move back.
I am sure you guys will figure it out. Good luck.
Posted by: jules on June 19, 2005 at 12:31 PMThis story reminds me a bit of me having to get used with loosing my love, hope, and part of my life. She was much older, but her spirit was floating well above mine, giving me a taste of love, admiration, and physical desire. She wasn’t moving to London, or any other geographical place. She was simply getting out of my time zone, by pushing me away into the blackness of the universe. Ever since, I’m trying to discover a cure against time, that if it can’t make me older, at least help me to forget. Your story did part of the trick, and for that, I wanna thank you!
Posted by: Jonathan Burch on June 21, 2005 at 11:26 AMHi Jonathan,
Losing someone is always traumatic — it feels as though someone just ripped from your body a limb or an internal organ. Forgetting is impossible, but there are ways to survive with all the shit.
I’m glad if that you found my story helpful — and good luck!
Posted by: Tudor on June 21, 2005 at 05:54 PMLosing someone is indeed traumatic, so is losing a limb (I bet) - and Tudor’s right, forgetting is impossible, so it helps to accept that and look back fondly at memories and experiences, if you can; although it may be difficult at times. I wish you all the best, Jonathan.
Oh, and I have good news - I’m not lost, I’m right here, and London’s only like an hour and a half away. So let’s stop acting so grim around here.
Posted by: Laura on June 21, 2005 at 08:39 PMLike I said earlier… weekend visits will work for you. Just remember to do more than hang out in your room (whichever room it is) all weekend. *That* would be the death of your relationship. Plan a couple spontaneous outings (yes, that’s an oxymoron, but there you go).
My friend did her B.A. at Western. I’ll ask her what kind of excellent things are are to do/see in town.
Fear not. It’s not like she went up to Trent or something(: That’s 2.5 hours away. Much, much further… and my husband and I survived it okay as well… (that’s how I know about the getting out of your room on the weekends bit).
*sigh* If my advice or comments are getting up your nose, just tell me…
Posted by: spindriftdancer on August 05, 2005 at 02:38 PM