November 22, 2010

So close to missing the deadline!

Once, when Mr. A and I first started dating he had a nightmare.
I don't know if we'd even kissed yet, but I was staying at his house since I lived across town.
He dreamed I was sitting on his chest, and he couldn't breathe. He told me about it, half asleep, in the middle of the night. When he woke fully, he apologized, but I absolutely took that as a sign to give him some space.
Much later I found out that he had been trying to figure out how he'd like his life to go: continue to wait for the girl he'd been pining over (not me), or give the new girl a chance. Lucky for all involved, he chose the latter.

1 comment:

jes said...

It's awesome when the new girl is also the last girl :)