Love the one you're with

Hmmmm, pondering some things here.

This guy I've been seeing for a couple of months now is leaving in about six weeks. It's a relo for a new job. He told me about it on our first date. I went into this thing knowing that we only had a few weeks together. I kept talking about it very matter-of-factly and tried not to see any kind of future with him.

However, the more intimate you get with someone, the more you fall for them. The other night I looked at his sleeping face next to me and smiled and then said "Oh, Shit!" in my head. Shit, I'm falling for him. There's a chance the l-word could be applied, but I'm sure as hell not tempting fate and uttering it, even in the most academic sense. Crap, what now? I ask myself. How do I turn this off? What if I don't want to? What if we can somehow transcend the miles in some form or fashion? I know, I know, you can't. Long distance relationships never ever work -- and quite frankly, I'm not the long distance relationship type of girl. I like and need my man to be here with me now giving me the emotional and physical support and connection I desire. That's just me. So, where does this leave me?

Well, I'm trying to take it in stride, accept what life has to offer, and be thankful that I've found someone to spend at least this finite time with.