i am hopelessly in love with a guy that i only see for two weeks every year, and the rest of the time he lives across the country. its been going on for three years, i guess that says something for my dedication, but i hate it. he knows i exist, he knows my name, we’re friends on facebook, but we really don’t talk outside of that because he’s on a higher “popularity level” and i have shitty social skills. i also am a pretty bad sailor, and we never get paired together which really sucks. the most painful part is the only seeing him two weeks every year. like yeah i can facebook stalk him whenever i want, which is fun, but its not the same. also, this might be the last year i really get to be around him, and next year will definitely be the last year. yeah, we’ll both go back to Nantucket every year, but 16 is the age limit for sailing unless you’re on the race team, which i will never be on. there’s also a chance that he will be on the race team next year, so this is the last year. and that makes me want to die. i don’t even know why i’m so attached, maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder… i don’t know. i just love him so much and have no chance with him. at least the other people i like i get to see on a daily basis…
