Yesterday an ex (twice-over) revealed to me that he still has feelings for me, and that he was hoping something could happen between us again. This split me from the inside. I had managed to ignore my feelings for him so well. I shoved it so far down in my mind that it was barely able to be seen. But it reemerged. At the same time, I sat there and fought against it. I shoved the feelings back. They belonged in that darkened corner. Or did they? That was my most recent debacle.
So as for our conversation, it went along the lines of he saying he liked me, me admitting I still really liked him, but was afraid of anything to happen, due to the past two attempts, and then...that was all. We threw that we liked each other still out into the air and left them hanging there. Doing...nothing. Perfect. Gives he and I to think things out. I relinquished the excitement things like this brought and settled for a peaceful, boring year because that is all I want. Just a plain, easy-going year. But I got a taste of the excitement. Do I wish to indulge more, or leave it as just a sample? I sit and ponder these two decisions and so far my actions have led to this course of action:
Do nothing.
Nothing.
I have never tried to get back into a relationship with any of my ex-bfs mainly because I don't want to let history repeats itself. If it ended, it pretty much means it just wasn't meant to be. To each their own though.
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