[He could still say he needs her, but it wouldn't be fair, now or in what is his present, her future. He's learning how to be without, and to give credit where it's due, surviving alone has become an undeniable talent. Takes a while finding his feet with it again, in a condo big enough for two, but he's getting there. He will. Eventually her absence might be a dull enough pain that her presence could be entertained again. As friends. They've managed that before.]
I remember a few crazy seasons. [He comments, raising his voice enough that she can hear him as he takes his time over joining her in the kitchen. He stops to look around on the way, letting more of that memory come back.] I'm sure you can live without me reminiscing.
[In her kitchen he finds a stretch of counter that could be worn away by the habit he has of leaning there. Hesitates, choosing his words carefully.]
it seems that all my bridges have been burned, but you say that's exactly how this grace thing w
I remember a few crazy seasons. [He comments, raising his voice enough that she can hear him as he takes his time over joining her in the kitchen. He stops to look around on the way, letting more of that memory come back.] I'm sure you can live without me reminiscing.
[In her kitchen he finds a stretch of counter that could be worn away by the habit he has of leaning there. Hesitates, choosing his words carefully.]
I'm a lot better. Think we both are.