Last year at this time my life looked completely different. I was planning a future with a man that I loved with every ounce of who I was. When we were together, it seemed like nothing else mattered. We could get through anything, knowing that we had each other.
Mid week, normal, nothing special happening…
Me (11:37am): Just pulling into garage, appt at 1145, How does your schedule look
Dr (11:38am): Good-text when appt all done
Me (11:40am): You prob need to look at my outfit before I change
Dr (11:46am): Exactly
Me (12:23pm): Done, do you have time for me?
Dr (12:25pm): Yeah-where did ya park?
Me (12:26pm): 2 spots down from you, it was crowded
Dr (12:26pm): ok, wanna meet there in 5?
Me (12:27pm): Yep
Just a quick hello and goodbye, half work day, going to the hospital gym after. He always made my heart skip a beat when I saw him.
Me (1:59pm): Done, feel like giving me another kuss from the unlimited supply?
Dr (2:02pm): K at the car (car emoji), I will kiss you and perhaps kuss as well. Text me when you are back
Me (2:08pm): Come up to H level, third car in on the left
Dr (2:10pm): K
This conversation is nothing special, just a reminder that I am not totally insane. What we had was real. I have done a lot of thinking over the past couple weeks and realize I hate sharing. I am still young, deserve to have a full life. Being with a partner does not make your life full, that is not what I am saying. I don’t want to settle for someone giving me an hour or two a day. I want the back and forth, the good and the bad. I want all of life.