Today is the third day in a chain that hints at Spring. Even a person as cynical as i cannot help being thankful for more warmth, more color, more youth.
In bed last night, Noire asked questions about my marriage counseling with ExA; we had started discussing therapists and she inquired about the counselor we had seen towards the end. She asked if it had been helpful, if anything came out that upset me, and i recalled the time ExA had said she wished i was more of a take control kind of guy, that she appreciated the democratic approached in our relationship but once in awhile wished i was more decisive. It is a ghost that has stalked me since i was a teenager: balancing sensitivity with decisiveness, knowing all to well that i was too much a student of the first camp.
Oddly enough, i found it hard to talk about with Noire, and had to stop a second. i realized for the first time in a long time that i liked having someone to listen again, as over these past few weeks i feel myself falling for her.
And still there is always a piece that holds onto to ExA, like two hands holding onto a crumbling ledge.
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