Gray or blue?

The Boy. Oh, The Boy. He makes me sound trite all of the time. He makes me crazy; I constantly feel bewildered. Obsessed. Immature. Tortured.

Neither one of us are interested in long distance, but I think we both still want to talk. I know we both still want to talk. But talking is difficult since he is living far, far away with limited phone minutes. And usually no means of communicating otherwise.

I am holding him at arm's length. It's not my fault. He started it! So there. It all comes down to the fact that I told him exactly how I feel (I believe in communication), and I feel very much at his mercy now. He wields the power.

He is in no way a malicious sort of person; he is not playing with my emotions. But I can't help but feel angry and resentful over his cut and dry attitude about our relationship. There is something between us, we know it. But our recent stilted communication has proved very troublesome for me. For us.