slightly cryptic as usual.

Meaning?

not gonna answer me are ya?

this entry read like coming in on the middle of a conversation, as if you could only know if you were in the know, ya know?

Yeah I know. Maybe you will have success where I have failed in piecing all this mumbo jumbo together. You know me more than most I think, for never having met...

I tend to stick it out with you, and my reward has indeed been getting to know you, for never having met...

Why you tend to do that is beyond me. I have no preconceived notions about my likeability. I'm a prune is a world of plums...

Sometimes things just are, and that's that. Prunes are said to be excellent for increasing one's vitality.  Good thing I like prunes.

Why am I not surprised?

Probably you drive her nuts, too, but she can't see herself without you in her life. And you will probably drive any other woman nuts that decides to spend her life with you. And that any other woman will drive you nuts as well. Right?

So what happens in September? Big wedding or big Buh-Bye?

Hugs from one who you would have driven nuts as well but who would have loved you anyway.

I would have driven you nuts too huh? Explain if you would. Don't hold back either, I can take it, I think.

 

And September marks the end of my lease, so as far as what that means, I really haven't the foggiest...

Last night after reading your comment I was lying in bed snuggled up to my reading better half and thought about those little things which would probably never really bothered all too much (you mocking at my indeciveness and puppy-ness (which probably drove you nuts) or that you didn't think it necessary to call me or return my calls like when you didn't return that one night when you went up north for a job interview and stayed the night at your parents' or wherever.) Anyway, this wouldn't really have driven me crazy I guess. And as I was holding tight to that warm body next to me it came to me like a flash: The Personal Space. The imaginary line in the bed or on the couch that I wasn't allowed to cross. No random kisses or hugs, no cuddling at night before falling asleep, or even sleeping holding on to each other. There was always that damn personal space, that shield, around you. That would probably driven me nuts over time, haha. But this is you, probably a basic need of yours, so I won't criticize that. There is no way I wanted to change you (or that it would have been possible for that matter), so I would have had to suck it up and accept the way you are, right?
Anyway, it's always nice thinking back to that time. Real nice. Funny how there no ill thoughts left at all with the sad ending and all. Never happened to me again (with the ill thoughts I mean).

Yeah, I still have personal space issues. A consequence of what exactly I don't know. This would be the first time I actually thought about it. Thanks for the perspective.