magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

15 March 1999

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beware the ides of march, as the saying goes.

mail from er!n in response to my thoughts after talking with her on the phone:

close friends are good / i'm not sure what to say / i think that it's clear that we make better friends than anything else anyway / as much as i've wanted a relationship with us / it tends to feel self destructive

(responses likely in second person, directed toward er!n. you know the drill by now.) i think the surface consensus on our relationship has always been "we'll see how we feel about things when i find my way back to new england". my return to the northeast had always been something of a given, i think, even before i left. i don't see the overarching theme as having changed any. it's still something we'll have to figure out when i come home.

on a more basic level though, there's always been a lot else going on. and all that stuff is constantly changing shape and colour. i have definitely had a very concrete desire at points to return to some sort of relationship. we've both tried out the boyfriend/girlfriend labels, to varying degrees of success. when we talked of drifting, our relationship didn't seem any less likely, just more distant. and that feeling has continued to grow, in a way.

the other morning, before you called, i was thinking about what things between us would be like when i got home. if we started back at friends would we end up traveling the same (or a similar) route that leads to more than that? would the intervening time just sort of fade away, as an extended, but receding dream? or would things never really be the same? i think the only way to find out is just to wait and see.

it's true i care about you a lot / but it's easier to type anything to you rather than say it / i have a hard time talking to you in general / it makes me afraid that you'll never know me

i don't know how to respond to that, except to say: in time. i mean, on one hand it's been a year and a half since we first met, which seems like a long time, but really, yr still one of my newest friends. it takes me years to really cultivate friendships, just sorta the way i am i guess.