Tee and I had the talk, from which it transpired she wants/ can only be just friends with me.
The bulk of that conversation was her version of the well-worn, if clichéd it’s not you, it’s me spiel.. One can only handle being told about being a great guy with a great heart so many times before it begins to ring hollow, like the copout I have always felt it is…
Our paths are headed in different directions – America beckons for her, whilst for me the ‘Deen feels like home.. Having once toyed extensively with the idea of upping sticks and heading to America myself – and again love, or what felt like it was the primary driver for that – I had felt it wasn’t such a deal breaker on this occasion…
More importantly for me, she feels like with all the upcoming change in her life, she is unable to commit to someone in the near future…And I suppose therein lies the bitter blow… Being willing to countenance a move away from the ‘Deen is unlikely to change anything from the looks of it..
Once again, a connection I felt was strong and mutual has ended up petering out… I am beginning to wonder if there isn’t some underlying problem here..
I suppose there is a somewhat dirty-grey silver lining.. It’s a big reset.. Back to square zero with a clean slate…
Yet Again…