I’ve only been in love with one man in my whole life. That man is Zephyr (if you haven’t read Blogmas day 14, that’s Ice King’s new name).
I fell in love with him the way you fall in love with a new novel. Fast and ready to escape into a new world. But there was something else that accompanied my love. Passion. I’ve never had the passion I’ve had for Zephyr for another man. So far no one has measured up. It’s hard to describe our love, it’s just for us.
I was lying in his arms crying the other night. My tears soaking his shirt. The room pitch black and my sobs filling the space. He smoothed my hair and rubbed my back and whispered to me that we have a love that we only understand. It’s sort of like this, we were broken children and grew up still broken, but we found each other and put ourselves back together. We found each other to give each other the love and understanding we had always craved. We found each other.
But we’re not getting back together. I love him and he loves me but even with the love and passion we’re still missing something. Maybe we are just okay with being single, but something is missing.
I love him and he loves me. I get to fall in love with him all over again, this time as a friend. When we were together the other night we felt more passion and emotion than we ever felt in our relationship.
We fell in love again.
But we’re not getting back together..
and we are completely okay with that
because we love each other more than before.
It’s just in a different way.
It’s okay if you don’t understand, because we do
and that’s all that really matters.