To be continued in Never Say Never

Wednesday night we had a wonderful dinner, like an actual date, with a where-would-you-like-to-go? and do-you-want-to-grab-one-more-drink? after, with tiny kisses and candelight and snuggling in a big soft chair. But there was also honest talk. Difficult talk. Important talk. And a moment on his part of this-sounds-like-our-last-supper.

But I wasn’t saying that it was our last supper. And my statements of I-want-to-be-with-someone-who-loves-me and I-want-to-be-with-someone-who-is-excited-about-spending-Christmas-with-me were not an indictment against him but rather questions for him. Do you want to be that man? Can you be that man?

I long to feel safe and loved and cherished – and to be a party to someone else feeling that way in the world. We have failed each other. We have failed each other hard. But we both may have learned a thing or two.

Last updated December 19, 2014