Paul and I went to dinner last night. It actually went really well once we got out of my apartment. It was a bit rough there at first. Didn't do the kiss hello I usually do and was very standoffish - not intentionally of course, just didn't know what to do or how to act. Once we started walking though it was good. We talked on the walk to dinner and then concentrated on enjoying each other's company and had a really fun time. We stopped and played a few games of pool on the way home which made me remember how good our first date was and why exactly I like him so much.
I came to the realization last night that I am more myself with him than anyone I've ever met...including myself. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. As it stands now, I am forgiving and forgetting (trying) and he is understanding it's going to take me a while to be completely okay. I am hopeful and that is good, right?
So I sent a Reader's Digest version of the above to my friend Mark. His reply : "One thought: have you ever stopped to think that you being more yourself is actually a bad thing? I mean, your personality does kind of suck. ;)" Thank God for friends that keep you humble, eh?
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