So I hung out with my first-ex today, whom i haven't spoken to or seen for a year and a half.
We ran some arrands he needed to run for work. We hung out at his place. Then we left and went to this beautiful lake, surrounded by grass, trees, vines and flowers, and just sat there talking and laughing. Then he brought out his guitar and starting playing. Then he started to sing. He looked me dead in the eyes and started to sing love songs, in his quarky voice.
By the time he was finished, I had to go home. He drove me home, and gave me a stuffed husky plushy. I named him Yuka, and I refuse to let him go from my arms.
Now, splitting up was not