If you haven't read between the lines of the past week of posts, I'll make an explicit statement.
The Professor decided it wasn't the right time in his life to be in a relationship.
Tonight I played at Raz for the final time. I have gotten very used to looking across the piano at the Professor during these piano nights. Tonight I sat there knowing he wasn't going to come in and listen to me play and feed me tunes — all the while hoping against hope that he would come in anyway.
Sitting there tonight, completely aware of his absence, I felt sad-sad-sad. Yet another death of a dream.
I don't have a pithy closing statement to this post. I miss him horribly. I had six weeks of happiness spent with a terrifically interesting, affectionate and handsome man.
I guess I can say a year from now I'll have some wonderful memories of the Summer of 2007.
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