Yet another sob story (and a little about France)

Well, I guess I should start by writing that things never developed between Tim and me. He seems like another lifetime ago, to be honest. I did meet somebody else, however, by the name of Kristopher Alan Mayo. I love(d) him so very much. We were together for a little over a month and I was actually thinking that my search might be over. But, alas, the same damn story... I honestly blame the two weeks spent in France away. Kristopher and I had spent almost every day with each other for two weeks (including a beautiful Christmas Eve and a wonderful New Year's Eve and Day). I just don't think we were strong enough in our relationship to spend that kind of time apart. When I came back he told me he no longer had feelings for me. He didn't know why, but the "spark" had been lost. I haven't talked to him in several days, but I will call him soon so we can try a friendship. We definitely have some kind of connection so I want to at least try being friends.

Anyway, as I mentioned, I spent two weeks in France (the first week in Paris and the second in Provence). I much preferred Paris to Provence but both were amazing. It's hard to believe that I actually saw the Eiffel Tower and the Mona Lisa up close. The rest of the Louvre as well as the Musee D'Orsay was amazing too. I also got to put my feet into the Mediterranean Sea and go inside Notre Dame... So many things I've always dreamed about now a reality... I'm still trying to decide if it was worth this aching in my heart. I know in the long run it was though.