The Un-relationship
I am feeling all warm and fuzzy…and it has nothing to do
with the rising temperatures or my lack of shaving! You know the feelings that
accompany a developing relationship? Well, I am feeling them still, four years
later! I guess the biggest reason behind that was it took him four years to
find himself. Yes, the honeymoon phase is still going strong…
The constant texts and random calls are all in a day’s work.
No drama but instead plenty of laughter. No heartache but instead an obscene
amount of merciless teasing. No tears but instead a level of comfort and trust
that took years to build. He is the first person in New York that introduced himself to me. He
is my first friend and my best guy friend in the whole world. He introduces me
as his best friend and the best woman he knows. I am not his girlfriend for I am
first and foremost, his friend.
There are times, when I sit in awe of the progress. Everyday,
I see a new side of him that I never thought possible. Came as a shock to me
but…He has a heart! He is capable of feelings! He has a sense of
responsibility! He loves me! His affection for his family, his devotion to his
pet, his dedication to his job and his ability to let his guard down with me
are all nuances to me.
No man knows how to behave…until someone teaches them. I
have taught him well. He is still at grade level but has come leaps and bounds
from the man who was nothing but a constant source of disappointment the first
3 years of our un-relationship. Is it possible to fall a little bit more in
love with someone everyday that you are with them? Yes, he still a very selfish
and self-centered man but the old him is slowly chipping away and the new
sensitive him is taking my breath away.
Everyday, I ask him, “Who are you and what have you done
with the asshole?” I am so lucky to have this. Sometimes, I pinch myself to
make sure that this is not a dream. I broke him. I wore him down. I waited long
enough. I won! The most unattainable man I have ever met is now wrapped around
my fingers. Trust me, no one saw this coming. I know one of my so-called
friends once said to my best friend, behind my back, “You know he is never
going to love her, right?’ She should see us now.
I am not a trusting person. Paranoia is my middle name.
Doubt clouds my every thought. Oh how the tide has turned. When he tells me,
that I am the love of his life…I believe him. When he tells me, that we are
going to be in each others’ lives till we die…I believe him. So, this is my
un-relationship…
