"We start something again."
He looked me square in the eyes, and gave me his answer. "I care for you a lot. You're my best friend. I can't promise anything will happen, but I'm willing to give it a try." A smile streched acorss my face. I hugged him and kissed him. "And however it ends, promise me we'll still be friends?" I asked. "I promise." He said.
I walked out the door, knowing things would be different. But where the future would lead, noboy knew. As I walked toward the car, I stopped a few feet away, and looked over my shoulder. I saw him in the window, watching me walk away. His choice was made.
Over the next few weeks, he and I discussed the past. What went wrong, where, when, how. We even started dating again. Not boyfriend/girlfriend, but "seeing" each other.
He called more. He spent more time with me. I was more forgiving of him. I let him hang out with his friends even if I hadn't seen him in a week, and didnt get pissed when he forgot to call..
I looked at him one day, and realized I had fallen for him without really noticing it. It was hard to tell him. To say those three little words again for the first time.
"Lets go out tonite. Meet me at the place at the place we first met." He laughed. We had met at this little dive in my hometown. I told him what time I'd be there, and showed up 15 mins. early. "I'll be sitting by the pool table. Same place as where I was when you first walked in." I wanted to recreate the first time I laid eyes on him. Love at first sight...