Ah, I dare to blog about living carefree for a summer, free of the shackles of love and responsible behavior... and within 24 hours I am reminded why I love boundaries and rules and the steadiness of true love.
The One called, with his impeccable timing - he always seems to know when I'm drifting away - and spent the next hour unwittingly reminding me of why we are so close and why my feelings for him run so deep. It's incredible to (as his ringtone on my phone would remind) be in love with my best friend and be able to confide in and connect with someone so profoundly. Family issues, job frustrations, dating fails - we talk about everything, and I've told him things I've never told anyone. How amazing, right?
Even further: I was reading The Ex's blog (what? he's in my google reader!) this afternoon, and his post about his impending cross-country move... his little brother, with whom I was very close even after the breakup, mentioned a particular knick-knack that's been a staple in The Ex's room/apartment since before we were even together, and is so distinct and familiar. Back to reality with a WHOOSH. I'm not sad anymore about our relationship or how it ended, but it's little moments like those that remind me of how quickly I had to grow up, both mid-high school (when my family began to fall apart) and immediately pre-college-graduation (when my relationship fell apart).
It's a broken road, even as well adjusted as my friends keep telling me I am, but I am filled with awe and gratitude every morning for my friends, whom I cannot believe I deserve, and support and love me so fully. Everything I do is for y'all.
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