And then he came back...
So last night I got a text message from BB, asking if he could come up and have a chat to me.
I rang him, and asked him if he was ok. He sounded terrible. Really terrible. I was worried about him, and I said that if he wanted to come up he could. So he said he'd come right up.
He arrived shortly afterwards, and he looked terrible. He looked miserable and like he hadn't slept in days. He was dressed and shaved and all clean and tidy, but he looked terrible in himself.
And boy, was he a mess. He was so nervous. It looked like he thought I was going to have a go at him, or kick him out or something.
He came in, and we sat down on the couch.
Eventually, after much talking around the issue, it transpired that he had felt from the moment that he said it that breaking up with me was the wrong thing to do. He had felt really bad about it over the past days, and he'd spent that time getting very clear about what it was that he wanted.
And what he wanted was a relationship with me.
We talked about how the whole thing made both of us feel, and how we would deal with it.
We talked about what had led him to do it in the first place.
We talked about, and made a committment to each other about how we are going to deal with issues in the future.
And so we're back together again, BB and Me.
And we both agree that it feels right, and perfect, and exactly as it should be.
Ironically, I think nearly every person that I told when he broke up with me said "He'll be back." "You two will get back together" or variations on that theme. So, to all those who said it to me, those who thought it, and those who whispered it under their breath - You Were Right.
And I'm very very very pleased that you were all right.
