This evening I spent in the company of the wonderful girl with whom I'm totally failing to fall out of love with. We have a great connection and rapport, an honesty that's been rare to find in my life. One that hasn't been harmed or diminished by my telling her how I feel about her. It's been lovely.
And incredibly sad.
Devastating, even, when she said I'd never told her she was beautiful. A word I've used in conjunction with her more than any other. She never heard it, never took it in.
I've never felt more invisible in my life.
I can't decide whether her leaving in a few weeks is going to rip my heart out or is the best thing that could happen. Probably both.