Sweet anger fills my veins.I can feel it pulsing through me. So powerful and yet slightly over-powering, intoxicating.I just met up with my ex. Who i haven't seen for a while. We hung out for 9 hours happily, but then he wanted to spend the night sleeping on my couch. And then I had to seem like the cow to say 'no that's not cool'...Got me thinking...Friendship / Lovers... what separates the divide. Some 'lovers' cease to sleep with each other yet call each other lovers. Some friends cross boundaries, not necessarily sexual but definately intimate. What actually defines and bounds these states of interaction? What is it that exists between the states of being either friends or lovers? Some grey space there... And so it comes down to intimacy... and what a slippery fish that is. A fish with moveable boundaries. Hard call... how does one draw that line in the sand with an ex that one loves still.... loves in a deep heart felt person-to-person way - not a i wish i was still with that dude way. And it hurts each time I flex that boundary - again and again. Like an electric fence one keeps stupidly running into... again and again... and again i'm sure.Sheesh... where's the handbook?
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