I love him. He doesn't love me. What's there to be frustrated about, huh? *contemplative smile* I know that he cares very much for me. That should be enough, shouldn't it? I'm not even completely frustrated about that. Much of my frustration comes from the fact that we are so far apart. Long-distance relationships of any kind are hard. Ours is no exception.

I am completely committed, he can't commit. It's as simple as that. He is the only one that I think about. He's the only one that I want to be with. He's the only one that I desire. The same can't be said for him regarding me...unfortunately. I find myself becoming more and more jealous of other women, one in particular. I won't even go into *that* right now; I can't.

One of the things that frustrates me most is that I can't walk away. Believe me, I've tried. I have said goodbye to him more than once, but I find that we always go back to our same old routine. I love him, so that isn't necessarily a bad thing. But then the same old pattern rears its ugly little head.