I just keep thinking about all the things he said yesterday. I had trouble falling asleep last night thinking about it.
I think that regardless of how this turns out, it feels good knowing that I have a piece of his heart. That it wasn't as one sided as I had thought.
He told me how his life felt complete, but he was just missing me.
He told me how he thought about all the memories we had. And that he wanted to make more.
He told me about all the things he appreciated about me. He told me that it was physical attraction that drew us together. And it was me that kept him there. He told me I was compassionate. He told me he liked how we could do nothing around his apartment all day long.
He told me he read my letter on the plane. And he almost cried. That he had this lump in his throat. And that he had thought he had lost it. He searched for it wanting to read it again, and finally it fell out of something.