Disappointment lingers, he knows I’m here for the conference and every time I come to the East Coast, we meet up. Every single time. One to two times a month for nearly two years now. He’s not my boyfriend; and I don’t want him to be. We want different things in life and we live on opposite sides of the country. There’s an unspoken commitment though. I’m the only one he sees, and he’s the only one I see. It’s casual and low maintenance.
