but of course. of course it continues. of course i'm tempted to call pre-dh's house and ask if he got any mail, while he's out doing something involving sand and water and sun. ::jitters:: i just got back from school. it's weird because i keep imagining all these possible scenarios, and playing them out in my mind. i feel afraid because he's so cozy and good and...like... present right now. he's around. he's here. and i am his and he's mine. i actually feel selfish, and (how's this for personification) jealous of the school that he gets accepted into. he will, as time goes on, belong more and more to the spectre-entity of this profession. he says, and he's right, that there's nothing we can do but help each other through this. we're very deeply and love and it's a funny thing about that, how we've chosen each other even as he's choosing this too. i support him. i'm f'in proud of him, in fact. but i have this back-of-my-mind image of him choosing trauma surgery as his specialty, and me being like, yes. you love this. if you love this than do it. but what we said before isn't true anymore. it's changed. you belong to that now, and if you love it than i have nothing against it, but i will have so much less of you. and inside i ask myself even now, how could i possible ask him to want more of me? it's not a competition. it's his life. but.... arg. arg. how do you share this with them. what do you do? do you still love each other? my emotional imagination is vivid and brutal, see, and my youth gives me high hopes. the combination can be disastrous to midnight conversations between P and me.
mrsG-- i hope that both of ours get into OHSU. i hope that they both go, because they both want to. and i hope, if that's the case, that i can meet you. because i'm scared positively crapless, and i don't think i'm going to handle this as well as i'm pretending. i'm getting my EMT to get my share of blood and guts. but i think we're both gonna need someone that understands, even if it's just a wave and a nod in passing.
mrsG-- i hope that both of ours get into OHSU. i hope that they both go, because they both want to. and i hope, if that's the case, that i can meet you. because i'm scared positively crapless, and i don't think i'm going to handle this as well as i'm pretending. i'm getting my EMT to get my share of blood and guts. but i think we're both gonna need someone that understands, even if it's just a wave and a nod in passing.
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