I'm doing 47 things
I fell in love when I was 17 to a boy I dated two years previous. It wasn’t a matter of finding him again, or whatnot. He had stayed in my life all along, dancing around the edges. We seemed incapable of getting rid of each other.
I have a boyfriend of 6 months at the moment. We met this past year in college, and agreed to be nonexclusive for the summer.
The first night back, I saw Matt. For years we’ve just walked and talked, but never about anything that particularly mattered to either of us. But I changed that. I just told myself to do it, and I did.
I told him the truth. My boyfriend and I are not exclusive because of him, and that I wanted him. By any definition, and without any set standard.
And you know what? He finally admitted to loving me back. And that is worth more than anything in the world.
Ask for what you want. Even if you don’t get the answer you want, you’ll know you tried with all your fucking heart. No regrets.
