I was going through all sorts of old notebooks today. I love doing that. It's like I'm reaching back into the past. And it's interesting-because I'M interesting, at least to me. And one of the things I found in one of the old notebooks was a letter I'd written to Ruby-a kind of break up letter. After we'd already broken up, but were pretending to be friends. Nine or ten pages about how it was hurting both of us to talk to each other. And I never gave it to him because even though it hurt, I needed it. He'd been such a big part of my life for such a long time. He was the one who escorted me into adulthood. And now that HE has chosen never to talk to ME again, I kinda wish I'd have done it first. Hell, I thought of it first. But it's okay. Every thing worked out the way it did and here I am-in love for real and forever.
Yes, I got to make up with my love. YAY! But the downside is that we couldn't do the whole make up sex thing. I've heard from so many people that make up sex is just the BEST. Stormy even picks fights with her husband so they can make up afterwards. I've never HAD make up sex. I lived with Ruby for more than two years, and no make up sex. Not that we didn't fight. We just didn't make up like that. And I'd be really hard pressed to explain why. I'm really hard pressed to understand why. Ah, well. I'll just have to look forward to picking petty little fights with my love.
Laters