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A friend of mine is in a job which requires him to go incommunicado more often than not. He can't call very often. maybe about once in a couple of months and emails about once a month.

He called me a couple of days and we've been talking ever since then. Not through out, but sporadically here and there. And from today, I won't be able to call him for another couple of months and I'm absolutely wallowing in misery right now.

Yes, the fact that I'm a drama queen doesn't help very much. but I do miss him much much more than I realised and the thought that I have to stay away from him for this long is breaking my heart. I have to get used to not being able to talk to him all over again now. To not running every time I hear the phone ringing and not being able to pick up the phone and hear his voice say hello in that special little way of his. Yes I'm aware it's only 2 months more, but still. I hate it. I hate communicating via e-mail, its no match for long phone conversations.

Sigh. I'm very depressed

And if you think I sound lovesick, I'm not!

And it's not love.
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Proseaholics said…
Denial, is such a wonderful trait to possess :)
29 September 2008 at 21:13
Gentle Whispers said…
@ Joe: It isn't denial. It's true. I just said that cause people tend to misunderstand platonic relationships.
30 September 2008 at 00:15
Mynie said…
I have just one thing to say:
Sure it's not love!
30 September 2008 at 14:34
Anurag said…
It is sad ain't it .....but see the better side of it....There e-mails and Chat servers around .....

btw why can't u call him ??
*Strange*
1 October 2008 at 23:19
Moo said…
I know just how you feel. You know what, in fact, I've always believed that boyfriends, etc. are special in their own way. But I am almost inconsolably depressed when a very close friend is moving somewhere I won't be able to see / meet him often. :( Such is life, my child. :(

* hugs * No worries, he'll be back soon.
2 October 2008 at 15:06
Just call me 'A' said…
i'd like to believe that we can love our friends. even in a platonic relationship. love need not be always in a romantic way. nay???

-a passer by who will return :)
6 October 2008 at 10:18
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