Is it too late to introduce a new equestrian sport for this summer's Olympics? Such as showjumping into hasty conclusions? As it turned out, he did not forget my birthday. Oh no...
I found his message in my voicemail. He misses me and regrets not having called sooner. A "huge part of his life is missing"(Ok, yes, I've put on some weight but I'm hardly huge! ) There was also another message, from a flower delivery guy. He had sent me flowers. Yellow flowers. Nice flowers. Certainly nice enough to warrant some kind of a reaction.
So, I broke off the one-month-long radio silence and wrote him an e-mail. A very articulate one in which I, in a calm, collected, coherent and concise manner, explained to him that while my feelings for him have not changed, neither have my feelings about a commitment. But that I don't want it with someone who doesn't want it too. I know what I want and need. I know what I'm ready for and what it is that I have to offer. I'm just not sure he, even at 52, does. And that does worry me. What ever they say about old dogs, they rarely master the new tricks.
So... now I just wait and see? (oh yes,because THAT'S something I haven't been doing enough so far? I've been waiting! Hell, I've been waiting on him hand and foot!)
Should I get my skates out in case the hell freezes over? Invest in a pair of binoculars to get a better view of the pigs that might start flying? Might we be actually getting somewhere? Could he...perhaps finally be on his way to a breakthrough? Or am I headed for yet another heartbreak?
Should I get my skates out in case the hell freezes over? Invest in a pair of binoculars to get a better view of the pigs that might start flying? Might we be actually getting somewhere? Could he...perhaps finally be on his way to a breakthrough? Or am I headed for yet another heartbreak?
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