1 Month Later
It's been two months since you left. Therapy has been going well. We text a little bit more than we used to. You talked about coming to visit soon; I am glad you want to go home. You told me it would be a surprise when you show up. That's okay; I am here alone, healing myself. It's hard some days, and I don't want to get out of bed. I miss you, but I did this to myself. I have accepted that you wouldn't have left if I had never treated you so terribly. I quit drinking and started working out more. I am not only doing this for you but also for me; I feel happier.
It's a nice day here today; the sun is shining. I wish you were here to enjoy the weather with me. I heard a knock at the door; my love, are you already here. I went and opened the door, and I couldn't believe it. I thought the knock was you, who it was revealed a nightmare. My love, why couldn't it be you? "Miss me." No. I didn't; I didn't think I did. I saw you here in person though maybe I am glad to see you again finally. "George." George, my ex. I have had two exes, so let me just tell you, George was the excellent ex. He was my best friend before we dated. Our relationship was perfect. We just had different plans for our futures and split. He pulled me into a hug, and I melted into his arms. His touch is everything; I missed it.
2 Hours Later
George has been over here for two hours now, just catching up. I told him about you and everything. He gave me some advice. Honestly, he wasn't a big fan that you left and didn't stay for my therapy. He told me he was in town for two weeks and would find a hotel, but I told him he could stay with me. I don't know why, but everything feels complete when I am with him.
1 Hour Later
We are dancing; I haven't danced with someone and felt this happy since George and I were together. "Tell me that you love me." I don't want to admit it to him; I love him. "I love you."
