It's been a year since I last saw you and you came to my house today. The moment you texted to say you were on your way, I got nervous. Butterflies in my stomach, hands trembling, ridiculous smile on my face.
Watching you walk down my hall made my heart skip. I laughed when I saw you, not out of anything mean, but because you had to duck your head to get past a decoration. I'd forgotten how tall you were.
It was difficult to hold back the physical cues I normally give in your presence. I had to consciously remind myself not to bite my lip, not to reach out and touch your arm, not to lean into you. Did you see my hand shaking when I was writing? I bit my tongue a few times to stop the words from escaping, the regular lewd jokes we have with one another. I wanted to tell you I hate to see you leave, but love watching you go... I figured you'd be amused by that.
But I don't want to put that space between us again.
You looked and sounded good today. Joking, laughing, poking fun... you seemed happy and I hope you are.
I noticed you refer to her as your wife again, rather than just by her name. I like that. She is yours again. Something so simple, but in my mind tells me you two just might be okay in the end. You deserve happiness and I hope you have it.
The Girl Who Did Fall for You.