Jason shows up at the door promptly at noon on Saturday, as promised. It’s not the first time I’ve seen him since my meltdown. I did have lunch with him in his office again on Thursday, though our conversation was much lighter than the previous day. More of just enjoying each other’s company and less dredging up of the heavy baggage of our past. And if a phone call can be counted as seeing him, we did that Friday night until much later than we should still have been awake, though it felt good to drop back into our old rhythm of talking about anything and everything through all hours of the night.
Though it’s not the first time seeing him, it does feel different. I as much as called this a date. There’s a good chance that he was already planning on coming, but I feel better knowing that no
