My Weekend in Bullets.

  • My weekend, as emotionally tough as it was for me, was pretty amazing.
  • It doesn’t matter how often we verify that we’re only going to be “just friends”, the sting doesn’t go away.
  • I’m much better at diffusing a potential argument than I use to be. Remembering that it’s not about me helps.
  • He recognized that I genuinely changed and it wasn’t an act or just words.
  • Trust. It’s never the same once it’s shattered to pieces, no matter what you use to glue it back together.
  • After the mood shifted Friday evening, he was happy dinner was taking longer to cook so I wouldn’t leave right away.
  • Marching around the living room in a mini-parade with Freya while singing along to The Wizard of Oz was a highlight of the weekend. Seeing how things ‘should be’ when he joined in the fun was tough to swallow.
  • His intelligence is one of the most complex and attractive things about him.
  • He is the only person in the world that can engage me in conversations about science and history. Mostly because his brain is an incredible data mine. I enter a query and seconds later he’s spewing out data that I have work to make sense of… add a few where clauses to narrow things down then, bam, I have my answer. The funny, innocent smile he gives me afterward is probably my favorite part. I wish reports at work did that.
  • I was grateful when Freya woke up at 12:30a and wanted to get on the road. I didn’t want to leave yet. He didn’t want me to leave yet.
  • We returned the next day to help him repair something, have dinner and watch the Final Four.
  • I love watching basketball with him, way more than football. Could be because one of my favorite memories is from summer of ’93… I lounged on the picnic table in the gear he bought me while I watched him practice his dunk. Could be the enthusiasm in his voice when he explains anything about the game to me.
  • I sometimes ask questions when I already know the answer. :)
  • He asked me to stay the night, giving me & Freya his bed while he took the couch.
  • Poor, sleepy Freya missed the conversation about us staying there and was confused. She sat next to ThePod for 5 minutes. I had to go get her.
  • I slept better than I have in months. When I woke up, I felt like I was at home.
  • Don’t get me wrong, I’m still not a fan of TheHut but my family is there. My heart is there.
  • I really missed Sunday mornings at “home”. Laying on the bed & looking out the window with Freya. Coffee. Breakfast. Conversation.
  • It doesn’t matter how often we verify that we’re only going to be “just friends”, the sting doesn’t go away.
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