I adore him.
A world more than I could begin to love this blog or even writing. And so,
he deserves to have been as adored in every post as he has been for the past two years. Those posts I wrote about him stand among my very favorite. They’re tender and true and they speak so much of how much he cared for my crazy, and I for his.
But after six years together, I let you know
that we broke apart last August in Seattle.
During the fall, we stayed living together, and then we moved back to Massachusetts come December. He’s a country away now, home in the States while I’m making a ramshackle home here in Central America.
I tell you because
well let’s be honest here,
I tell you everything.
And many of you have asked. “Where’s Daniel, Andie?”
He’s still wonderful, still as gentle and generous as ever. The funniest, most brilliant being, always.
We’re just not meant for forever in love.
And even now, with him as my best friend, we speak once to twice a week. Maybe even more than that, but for the sake of my envious mother, who only gets to hear from me four times per week now that I’m in Costa Rica via text, $2/minute phone call, and Facebook, let’s not get into the nitty gritty of quantifying. She’ll be guilting me silently from Massachusetts regardless.