My ex called me last night.
He told me he loved me.
I told him I loved him too.
He said he’d like to see me.
I said that would be nice.
He called me honey.
That surprised me.
I chalked it up as a moment of weakness.
I wasn’t weak.
If I get a couple of those phone calls, maybe I’ll have to put some thought into it.
He’s still the best man I’ve ever known.
But I’m hopeful I’ll meet another wonderful man who I can spend the rest of my life with.
For now, I’ll keep dating. I’ll keep working on me. I’ll keep working on my passions and career. I’ll keep spending time with friends.
And maybe, in a small corner in the back of my mind, I’ll wonder if my ex misses me. I’ll wonder if the time apart has made me a more attractive person. I’ll wonder if I have changed enough that I wouldn’t want him back or maybe I would…