Fighting for my Cheese...

After the long, drawn out wait to leave for college, the day is finally upon me.. and I'm not ready to leave. Not yet.
While I am excited about studying, and moving out of Bangalore, and meeting new people, there's also a side of me saying, 'But I haven't had enough time'.. In my last post, when I so flippantly made the statement about how we hardly have any time with each other, I didn't realize how strongly I would come to mean it. And I find myself wishing for maybe just a little more. Even if its just a day.
On the flip side, I am trying to stay positive about the whole thing. After all, people do this every day! Now I know I've never done a long distance relationship, and I'm not disregarding how difficult it's going to be at times, but the fact is, if the concept exists, it can be done.
There is a side of me that hopes that when the going gets tough, he's not going to be the one to bail. Being the person with the knowledge of what lies ahead could be as bad as being the person who goes in blind, if not worse. At least all I'm going into this armed with is my optimism, he has the weight of his experience.
But if you were to ask me why I would want to put myself through this, I look at it this way. All my life I staunchly stuck to my stand that I do not believe in a long distance relationship. I wasn't even willing to do it for a relationship I had dedicated four years of my life to. Then along came this man who I could tell was different, and special.. and the more I've got to know him, I find that he's so much more.. So how could I not want to follow this through? And I also like to think that maybe, just maybe, I've grown up enough in the last few years to be able to give it a fighting chance.
So to that end, let the good times..... and the bad times, roll.

There's a new man in town

I've found myself shying away from the prospect of writing another entry in this blog, because then I would be forced to introduce to you the man I now call my boyfriend, which I wasn't prepared to do.. until now.

Following what could only be called a whirlwind romance in Bangalore, where everything just fell into place like pieces of a jig-saw puzzle (to the point that it was a little scary), we reached the other extreme in Goa where the glass shattered and we were exposed to a side of each other than we had possibly never fathomed.

While this might have made many a person throw in their cards, it made no difference to me. Not that I disregarded everything that I learnt about this man in Goa, but just that I refrained from judgement. We had our talks about what I believed was acceptable behavior to me and what was not, and he had his own issues to raise with me. We're trying to find a compromise :)

This man, this rather complex and contrary man, with his moods, and his hang ups (that i sometimes don't agree with), who is tremendously vocal, and yet dies at the slightest hint of PDA (im working on that), who makes me feel special, makes me laugh, takes my case, doesn't play cards (wtf??!) and thinks my endless chatter and cuddle noises are entertaining.. This man, is a man I would very proudly call my boy friend.. if the cards permit.

Because as is befitting its very twisted sense of humor, the universe has thrown us together with barely any time before I leave the city for college. Now we don't know what we're going to do, and we haven't made any decisions, and I don't even know if we know what we want to happen..... so I have to fall back on my tried and tested phrase of 'Have faith'.