I’m on air! This is great! Everybody be happy!
What it boils down to is that I walked into a converstaion with an exSO expecting to be told to run along and stop bothering him. This isn’t any ex, this is the love of my life that my parents split me from. My lover, my partner, my best beloved, my match.
He didn’t. We talked for a bit and I finally gathered up the courage to mention that I love him and I’m prepared to fight to keep it. He still loves me! I was getting worried. He’s very strong. Strong people who get hurt anyway can get really mean.
He said he could never be mad at me! He said… oh so very many things! How can I sleep!
It was like jumping off a cliff, expecting to fall to the bottom and discovering wings.
Everybody, go hug someone you love. It is so worth it, every time. If they made this feeling in a pill, I would lose my stigma against drugs.
Hugs to all, I’m no longer single, in the odd way that James and I connect. (As he put it, I’m not his, or anyone’s. I’m just me.)
Congrats babe! I hope it works out for you.