"If this was a fairytale we would get married and we'd move to *undisclosed location* by the end of the month." This is what I was told when I admitted to my ex that I was still 100% completely in love with him and that for what it was worth I wanted him to know before he moved. "But we live in reality" is what came next. I wasn't sure what I was expecting. I actually didn't expect anything. In fact the response I got was surprisingly more positive then I expected. He stated that the best case scenario is we run off and get married and the worst case scenario is he makes fun of me for even feeling that way and us just being friends was somewhere in the middle. He said he felt we were between the upper 1/3 of fairytale ending and just being friends. Somehow this made my heart soar! I'm even more twitterpated. I can see him being the same. He gives sweet tender looks; he's even more touchy, when he walks by giving me a soft touch on my shoulder or my back and keeps his hand there a little longer then normal.
The problem is ... this is reality. He will be moving at the end of the month. There is no chance for the fairytale ending. Neither of us feels ready for marriage. So we just wait and see. We wait to see how things unfold when he moves. They may not unfold at all.
1 comment:
Hello.
I stumbled upon your blog and almost shied away from reading such personnal musings.
Then I thought, why not, as long as it's clandestine. Anyway this is an excuse really. I am just curious and fascinated by the chance to learn about someone so totally different from me (try list the differences) and whose internal turmoil I can still relate to.
So, I'll hand round, a clandestine neighbour to your secret place.
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