Once again I’m going to give you the very short version to an even longer story. I figured if you find this story remotely interesting I welcome you to ask further questions in the comment selection below or submit a journal entry detailing your similar story. I guess this can be best described as a second time around. Even thought the first time consisted of only a few random encounters. Have you ever thought about someone from your past and thought about what could have been?

Well, this is what happened to me when I had an opportunity to explore this possibility. Hindsight is 2020 and I only wished that I followed my instincts. We met for lunch and it seemed like we simply picked up from where we left off. Strangely, we didn’t initially understand why we lost contact all those years ago. Honestly, I believe the denial of the past was an unspoken agreement.  Based on the conversation it seemed we agreed to try it again. Until I was told, “This would be a friends with benefits situation.” To which I replied,”I’m at a different place in my life and so are my intention.”

Now looking back I wished that I followed my instincts. I would have finished my meal, given a farewell hug, and walked away from this reunion. Over the next several days it seemed we were just friends, the benefits part never came up in our discussions. The turning point began when it was believed I was having dinner with another I was told, “Why are you trying to end this before it begins?” I said, “I was only having dinner with friends.” I thought to myself, “Wait, I thought we were just friends?”

We agreed to see a movie one weekend, followed by having dinner the next. During one of our many discussions I uttered the words hey “I like you” not “I love you” but “I like you” meaning I appreciate your company. Based on all that was said during our discussions and how upsetting things were when it was believed I was having dinner with another.  I never believed the response I would receive is,”I’m not looking for a relationship, I just wanted a friend-with-benefits.” Wow, I’m getting too old for only Netflix and chill.

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