Azure Jane Lunatic (Azz) 🌺 (
azurelunatic) wrote2003-09-18 10:15 pm
27 + 34 = 1:01
Call 1: gossip about current events, ended with me feeling lonely, and followed up by me feeling lonelier and lonelier, until I was a miserable ball at
votania's feet, not knowing how to articulate my misery.
Misery was forcibly articulated, in the form of me being desperately worried about him, feeling like I was never going to see him again, frustrated because I was the only one of the two who knows how to maintain a friendship, and, above all, miserable because he rarely if ever e-mailed back.
She pointed out that I should probably say something about that to him.
Call 2: "I feel really stupid for saying this, but... "
...and out came pouring everything. After, of course, the discussion of how that phrase sounded really, really familiar to him. (Which was, of course, from when I'd told him how I felt for him.) Reassurances were exchanged, and barriers removed. We wound up joking and giggling, and all was well.
Misery was forcibly articulated, in the form of me being desperately worried about him, feeling like I was never going to see him again, frustrated because I was the only one of the two who knows how to maintain a friendship, and, above all, miserable because he rarely if ever e-mailed back.
She pointed out that I should probably say something about that to him.
Call 2: "I feel really stupid for saying this, but... "
...and out came pouring everything. After, of course, the discussion of how that phrase sounded really, really familiar to him. (Which was, of course, from when I'd told him how I felt for him.) Reassurances were exchanged, and barriers removed. We wound up joking and giggling, and all was well.
