A Second Chance

It's odd the way life twists and turns back on itself.

Not quite a year ago, I was confused and sad over the end of the beginning of a relationship at which I'd looked forward. A relationship that ended in a stupid explosion over hurt feelings.

I was so very sad at the time. Dealing with the death of Andy. It seemed as though everyone was leaving, one after the other, and life just kept getting harder.

But there was a glimmer of hope that perhaps, one day, everything would work itself out and we could, at the very least, be friends.

So I went on with life, doing what I do, whatever it is I do, meeting new people, exploring interesting side roads along my path, and just generally enjoying myself. Always though, there was a gnawing feeling of something left undone and a little bit of hope.

As time wore on, hope dissipated and I began to believe that the mini-explosion was, in fact, the end. Occasionally, I would find myself lost in reverie over the events leading up to the end and wondering where and how he was, but the thoughts began to come farther and farther apart.

Until last week.

After receiving an incredibly surreal text message in the middle of the night.

And I'm like all wait...what?

Because, I think, we may end up friends again. After all this time. After lost hope.

And this is happiness. I missed him.

Thanks.


A year ago: Wine sophisticate, I am not