Endings and Beginnings
It's been nearly six months since J and I split (
for good, this time).
There's a lot of sadness, of course. We had many, many good years. We grew up together, in so many ways. And, ultimately, we failed one another.
We're working on the friendship thing, which makes me happy. And he's crazy-in-love with his new girl. Some people don't get that I
really mean it when I say I want good things for him. Like I could love someone for a decade and not want his happiness. I'm not saying it's all smooth, all the time. I'm just saying that as divorces go, this is about as good as it gets.
J and his gal are compatible in ways that he and I never were. His life is also very different now. (Or at least it appears to be, from the outside.)
I've been posting about feeling rootless lately. But today I'm thinking a lot about what I
haven't been posting.
You see, there's a man. He's been my friend, my gym buddy, and my funny, charming "stunt date" since late 2003. Early on, he made
sense to me, in a way few people ever have. We certainly didn't plan on anything but friendship, but we both knew very early on that we'd be friends for a long, long time.
Lacking a convenient rooftop to shout from, I'll let the words echo across my corner of the blogosphere.
I
love
him.
Posted by Liz at September 20, 2004 07:21 PM