Lately, I have been constantly reminded how fortunate I am to have met great men in my life. He reminded me that I haven't seen him (moments that matter (part 4)) since October 2014 so we caught each other up on our lives in the last 4 years today.
Time stood still as we soaked in the summer rays on a park bench in the middle of Manhattan on a gorgeous day. While he was an old soul who taught me a bit about myself during the time we dated, he was also a lost soul the last time I saw him. His journey, some intentional, some not, has him at relative peace in his life, balancing between freeing him from some demons with chasing passions and dreams.
While we talked before about his conflict of wanting to find the passion that we had with the stability that he needed to ground him, he seems to have found a partner willing to take one day at a time with a more pragmatic approach to their relationship, including discussions on polyamory and understanding that we are capable of loving more than one person in different ways.
Seeing him happy and relatively at peace made me so happy for him, and the inner child just wanted to hold him like he used to hold me, and tear up from my own happiness watching the glow oozing from his facial expressions and body. As I was relaying our date to another friend afterwards, she commented that she wished she impacted someone as I had impacted his life. I reminded her though that we both impacted each other at a time when we both needed each other, and that she probably had that impact on her ex. He was just kind enough to let me know (standing taller). He was the smile on my face and bounce in my step today.
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