We talked tonight. I was honestly shocked he didn't try and cancel. But I went to his house, picked him up, and we drove back to Blair. Along the way, and in my room, we talked. And . . . it was good. He apologized for being such an asshole, and said that he was pushing me away because he thought that he would hurt me. We basically came to the conclusion that we would just start all over. Wipe the slate clean and just get to know eachother. Then, if we want to later, we can date. It makes sense. It makes a lot of sense.
I also told him about all of my past relationships, or lack thereof, in an effort to better explain to him where I'm coming from, and what I've been through. I told him a lot of things that I haven't ever told anyone else. Not even Bethany. I told him about how I tried to commit suicide 2 weeks before I met him, and how, more than anything else, he is the one that opened my eyes and helped me get better.
And I finally learned a little bit about his past, which is a lot more complicated than I ever thought it would be. And he shed a little bit of light on what he's been up to, and what he wants, etc.
I'm really glad we finally talked. It got all the bullshit of the past two weeks out of the way, and we can finally begin working at some sort of relationship, be it a friendship or something more intimate. It gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling inside that I haven't felt in a long, long time.
Since the day before he left for Ohio to be exact.
This is the beginning of something big and important. I felt it before, and although my patience and wits were tried, I continue to feel it now.
