So my ex’s roommate who I thought was flirting, instead turned our dinner tonight into a double date Saturday with he, his boyfriend, My ex and I. Which is actually a really pleasant surprise. And apparently my ex wants to see me… It’s cute, beyond a doubt… but almost awkward, because I’m not sure how to react. We broke up because he didn’t have time, and realistically, that’s true. He works crazy hours and goes to school at the downtown campus and I go to main. No to mention I live on one side of the valley and he lives on the other. So finding time never was something too easy, and the pobrecito cannot study while I’m present. I guess I am too much of a distraction. Whatever it may be, by the time I finally gave in, allowed myself to just let go, it was too late… he ended it. And for some odd reason I sill hold onto the thought that I will get him back. Foolishly so perhaps, but even worse would be the scorn I have given others for holding the same hope… yet try as I must, to convince myself that my hope isn’t necessarily foolish, I keep falling short. All I keep as hope, is his words, if you’re still single in the summer, I’d love to try again. Foolish, I know. But something about him… just makes my heart melt… makes me forget who I am. I remember the first kiss he gave me, on my cheek, the kiss he gave me on my lips, subtle, nervous on both parties, but amazing. I remember lying on the floor of my best friends apartment, when we finally kissed a true kiss of passion. My heart stopped, just for a second or two. But long enough to realize he was different. And that kiss, still lingers on. And more so, I crave it more than anything. No one else’s kiss has the impact that his does. No one else’s kiss makes me lose track of time. So my question is this… am I being ridiculous, asking for too much… or is there a real possibility for love?? He still calls… still invites me here and there… confusing isn’t it?? Any pointers?
