My slice of happiness

The last few weeks were havoc on my personal life to say the least, so as the time drew near for my boyfriend to show up, I was caught between trepidation as to how it would turn out, and off-the-charts excitement at finally seeing him again. Of course it didn't help when he sweetly informed me that he's not the kind of guy to get excited about these things. Talk about deflating! :)
When he did show up (late), I had already made up my mind that nothing would spoil our little interlude, and there would be no more fighting. Of course, about three hours later, I opened my mouth, and it all came tumbling out. In a nutshell I sort of accused him of forgetting about me when he's in Bangalore, only to be calmly told..'But baby, that's me'.... to which I sputtered something about how it doesn't have to be that way... Faced with his absolute incomprehension of this concept, I could do nothing but subside... for about five minutes.
Anyway, long story short, we did talk, he did listen and we did work things out.
I think most of what we were arguing about, while it did mean something to me, was also brought on by the distance. But the part that really stuck with me was when he told me that what he had always liked about me is my independence, and my ability to have my own life in exclusion to him.. which is now apparently fading. Needless to say, I was quite, quite outraged, but in the greater interest of carrying on the conversation, I didn't kick him, as I would have very much liked to have done. That statement stayed with me for quite a while later, after all, I couldn't understand why wanting some sort of regular contact with your far away boyfriend could classify you as clingy. I was out all day with my friends, in classes. I was not hiding in my room, crying into a pillow..But then I came to the conclusion he just might have a point.
Although I don't think I have to call him any less, or text him any less, or expect any less from him, I had come to set too much store by his responses, his attention and his time. It was not a dependency, it was a habit. And, of course, a habit I intend to kick.
The entire time he was here was absolutely blissful.. We lazed in bed watching movies, making out, eating and generally feeling (what my fluff books would call) decadent..It was perfection. Of course I howled incessantly into my pillow when he left, but that's practically a pre-requisite.. :) And eventually, I stopped howling, got out of bed, got into a cab and got back to classes and reality. Which, it turns out, is not so bad either :)