Saturday night Mr. D and I went to the Hawks game. Yeah, I’d heard Will’s words that I shouldn’t go backwards with the progress and yeah, I’d been super pissed that he’d forgotten our plans Wednesday night. But I ended up going anyway…and dare I say I’m soooo glad I did.
I think a night out with him was just what the doc ordered. Armed with all the reasons we’re bad for each other (courtesy of The Astrologist) and coming off a few days being A-N-G-R-Y at him, I approached the evening cautiously. I wanted to enjoy the game, but I didn’t plan to try re-hashing anything. I didn’t want to argue or be dramatic or anything like that.
When I left his place Sunday morning I felt a new sense of peace with the situation that I didn’t have before. Yeah, I’d fallen asleep on the couch while watching Inception and waiting for my movies to finish downloading. He did, too. On a completely separate couch. In fact, the extent of our physical contact was the one time I hit him for making a stupid joke while we waited for the train and the hug I gave him when I left. And it was all just perfect. Perfectly friendly and without prolonging feelings, but instead initiating some closure in my heart.
It was good.
Aww good :)