So much has happened since I last wrote.
I agreed to meet my Ex last Thursday to see how we feel. I can tell this arrangement has lifted his spirits tremendously. He suggested a sushi place by his house. I said there's no guarantee, but in some way I knew what I wanted. I suggested on going dutch because I can't say what will happen but he insisted on treating me dinner.
It was really awkward at first. He wanted to meet early so we can talk. We walked to the local park. We started with small talk, then he gingerly approached the subject of us. He was really nervous--his bottom lip was quivering. Being an emotionally stunted person that I am, I was slow to reciprocate any friendly gesture and was way too calm in my demeanor. We sat side by side, discussed what was said in our emails and texts. He thought I wasn't seriously about the relationship. He felt I was keeping a distance. I didn't see him as a sure thing because I felt like we weren't bonding. With everything out in the open, we know that we essentially want the same thing, marriage, kid(s), and be by each other's sides. We agree to communicate better. We are going to give this another go. We haven't given our all yet and we should fight for a second chance.
I did promised him that one thing he asked--no matter what happens, that I will give him a long hug. I decided to give him one as we were standing at the parking lot in front of the sushi place. I placed my arms around him, just feeling his body against mine, his head on my shoulder, his rhythmic breathing, his scent, and his embrace. Now I can be totally romantic and say that time stood still, it was the greatest moment of my life, we love each other forever blah blah blah. All I remember was the light breeze on my face, his warm embrace, the sounds of other cars, and that I am giving myself permission in the name of love.
I've had the head over heels, can't breath without you kind of love when I was younger. And when I met the him I didn't have the same butterflies. All this time I doubted the relationship and our compatibility. Now I can see that he did loved me, and still does, I know there's no other in the world who will cherish me the way that he will. And I do love him, just a little less school girl kinda way.
There were less pressure during dinner. We talked about what we did during our time apart. He was much more affectionate that he ever was in public. And we joked a little, talked more freely. We headed back to his house to hang. We hugged, he was nervous again. I felt his rapid beating heart. We touch foreheads, and slowly we kissed. A few tears betrayed me and rolled down my cheek. He was tender and kissed those tears away.
We talked some more on the couch. For the first time in many months, I was really having a heart to heart. This is what I had wanted, bonding and talking with an open heart. We made love that night, ok twice. It was everything making love should be--tender, unselfish, engaging, receptive, connecting. I teared up a bit and he responded with gentle kisses down my face.
So far the story has a happy ending. But I will continue my journal on this relationship. I believe this one will work not because we made up, it's because we made a decision to love each other.