One of those nights.

It’s so hard to transition from seeing someone every single day, and living with that person. To only seeing them for a day at the most on the weekend..or for 30 second intervals. I hate not living with Chris anymore. Everyone says “oh the space will be great for you guys, you’ll feel so much better when you wait, and then see each other finally”. No and Yes.

Yes it’s nice to be missed, and to look forward to finally hanging out, but No that it fucking sucks that half the time we don’t get to spend the time that I’d like to spend together, because A. Our schedules on the weekends are opposite. or B. Someone is at his apartment and he has to be a good host and entertain. Or that it’s just not enough time. Being away for days at a time just cause arguments and annoyance. 

But that’s life. It changes.