Last night, i looked at my calendar and saw that it has only been two and a half weeks since this new relationship properly began. We’ve pretty much spent most of that time together in a very small and intense world of mutual regard and discovery. It has been alternately wonderful and terrifying right up to the last moment when she packed her backpack for a short trip to Tasmania and nearly missed her flight.
She’ll be there for the next week and a half, much of the time incommunicado. This leaves me with the first real opportunity to digest what has happened and more importantly reconsider, now that the primary source of thought distortion has been removed, the emotional solidity behind some of the decisions I’ve made and some of the promises that we’ve exchanged, whether overtly or by implication.
A cooling off period if you will.