the Process

3 summers ago:

I fell in love with a fellow-camp-counselor,

but we were both in other relationships.

(Just before moving away - we both broke them off.)

Last summer:

I was back

and we were single

so a summer fuck-fest-fling began.

Come fall:

the efforts ended

and my pride got in the way

of attempting to get more.

Now:

We live on opposite ends of the East Coast.

I'm taken.

He's single.

(I think of him, though.)

A few nights ago:

"I miss you." - him

"Too bad there's so much distance." - me

"Someday. Trust the process." - him