Well... for 48 hours, I was tear-free. Not even sure why, but it was okay for a while. M.W. was in the area last night and we went to coffee and pie. He's still my best friend. We're just now learning how to be best friends....
Rewind 48-hours... M.W. suggested that we meet on Tuesday night. It's easier said than done, as we are both so busy. Ironically, we were both in class Tuesday night... 100 miles apart. It was a bit nerve-wracking, thinking about meeting him. Neither of us are dating and we still love eachother very much... therefore, it was incredibly important that we not do "anything stupid".
So we met at one of our favourite restaurants, enjoyed our food, basked in eachother's smiles, and reminded eachother why we can't date anymore. Someone we know called us "mature" about this breakup. It's heartbreaking, but there is no choice but to do it right. We still love eachother that much.
I used to either be envious or else I felt negative toward couples who used to date but now said they were just "good friends".... as though it were not possible. I'm gaining a healthy new respect for those folks.
wamhas M.W.
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I love you, George.
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