Even though it was my choice to leave, I've missed my ex over the years. We had many good times together, laughing, celebrating, working toward common goals. Oh, it was work, but it was all very fulfilling and worthwhile. But, then it just seemed it was time to go. So I went.
We've kept in touch, my ex and I, over the years. But after a while, the cards, letters, facebook updates, etc. just weren't enough. I was ready to put myself out there again.
So I started dating, playing the field. I was going out nearly every week. I met some really great people, and I also admit that there were some nights when I realized I would be enjoying myself better at home.
Eventually, I got tired of the whole dating scene. So exhausting, really. Okay, so it was kind of fun watching them all fight over me, but enough already. It came time to make my intentions known, so I did that, hoping I wasn't being too cryptic.
Then I just let it float out there, gave them all some space to think it over and hash it out, whatever they had to do. And then this arrived:
Yep, they've popped the question.