So Over This

Sunday night Bill picked me up from the airport. We were talking and joking and joking and talking. He made some insinuation about me wanting a piece of him. This is not an uncommon assertion, and has kind of become a reoccurring theme in our relationship. As I was listening to what he was saying I had an epiphany, "Oh," I told him, indicating his general person by waving my hand at him, palm out in the 'wax on' motion, "I'm so over this."

"Oh, you are, are you?"

"Yup," I replied with honest casualty, "unrequited lust is only fun for so long."

And, you know what? While it's not entirely true (if he confessed his undying love for me tonight I wouldn't send him packing), it's partially true. I'm monumentally less jealous of him going on dates than I used to be. And, I think, generally my heart has begun to accept what my brain has known all along—it's never going to happen.