Day 15 - Half way? Not.

Supposedly I am half way to my goal of being over Mr Nice (his new nickname - I shall explain in a moment), but to be perfectly honest, I am much much closer to the finale, if not already there. It is on that note that I write my most likely to be final rule:

RULE 10: FULLY REALLY ON GOD. FROG. 

That echoes something from a previous post I believe...

So after a lovely time at home, I rushed to Cork to be in time for work, slightly panicked all day as Mr Nice and I had planned to meet to hand over the final last bits. Three o' clock drew near, and my stomach was doing somersaults. He was late, and kept me waiting (standard) but we went for a coffee and chatted.

The nerves were so tense, but being us, we got straight to the point. 

'So how have you been over the past two weeks?' I was so tentative, completely unsure what result I hoped for. Mr Nice, equally cautious with those lovely eyes of his, sheepishly answered 'Actually, pretty good.' He paused to watch for my response. 

And all tension dissipated - we were entirely on the same page. So we talked. And talked. We discussed everything, how we felt about little things that had happened, how we felt about the idea of each other meeting other people, everything. It was so honest and open, and edifying. It was also confirmation, like the final page turning over, that this was right. About 5 or 6 cigarettes (on his part) later and we were hugging and saying goodbye. 

Turns out, my suspicion about the other girl were misguided, however, since then they have had a 'thing'. It makes me feel a little weird, but I know nothing happened before. It's just strange to think of him with someone else. Also hurt a little when he admitted that one of the main reasons was that he wanted to date other people. Just a jab at the old pride. I totally understand - I have been there before, with him! 

I told him about the blog - that should probably be a rule - DON'T TELL THE PERSON THE BLOG IS ABOUT. But it's not a rule. He laughed, and suggested that his new name can just be nice man. Mr Nice works better. It says everything. 

I am excited about where his life will go, but I am happy to not be a part of it - that path is just not for me. We have diverged as people, and it is just perfect.

Right now, I am considering it a miracle. The deep healing that I feel, despite the suddenness of it, the pain of it, the total trauma that I thought I was feeling, I think it has done me the world of good, and I am so grateful for it happening. I don't know if this will be the last post - I may still have more to say. If you read this, and want me to keep posting, maybe comment so. GOD IS GOOD.