Ten minutes after yesterday’s early morning post, Special Man Friend sent me a text.
Come back to bed.
I was downstairs on the couch, he was upstairs in my room; he felt so far away. I climbed back into bed, he curled around me, and I had to wonder if he had somehow read my words already. We didn’t really talk for a few minutes, and even then, it was just him, whispering that no matter what else is going on, no matter the bad days that come and go, that he loves me and that hasn’t changed.
Our Valentine’s Day plan was to take a drive to some small outlying town, wander the second hand shops, have coffee. What ended up happening was breakfast at a very busy little place in town, where our ticket got lost and the food took forever, and the Relationship Maintenance talk, that we planned on scheduling later in the week, happened spontaneously, though both of us tried to avoid it.
I love him, and he loves me. I think the bottom line in this relationship, as well as in most relationships, is the Ideal vs. Reality. It’s about expectations and expectation management.
We didn’t end up making it out of town. We did end up feeling good about each other and where we are, right now, today. And I think that’s a pretty good Valentine’s Day.