I
 suck at self control. I think one of the only things I can stick to my 
guns with is my eating routine; no matter how much my roommates ask me 
to go out and get Taco Bell with them, I only eat out on the weekends. 
Occasionally I give in, but usually I don't and I feel pretty good about
 being able to stick with it. Other than that, I'm pretty easy to 
convince to do things, like procrastinating homework, giving cheesy 
notes to cute guys, and giving second chances to people who may not 
deserve it.
Kirk and I have been talking a lot this week and he's been outrageously 
flirty. It's the flirting that makes it so easy to slip back into what 
we once were, to reminisce about our better times, to let the harsh 
reality of our breakup slip to the back of my mind. He's a tricky one. 
He's got a way with words that makes my head fog up. I'm really trying 
to remind myself that it started out like  fairytale last time and then 
it went south with hardly a warning. I've got this structured plan of 
how things are going to go with the two of us talking about our past 
issues and what needs to be different this time around. You know what 
happens to plans, right? They never work out.
Kirk and I finally got together to talk about things and simply be with 
each other. It started really good, we just talked about our individual 
plans for the future now that we're both seniors. We laughed a lot. I 
teased him more than I used to. I felt more comfortable being myself 
than I used to feel around him. I used to feel like I always had to be 
impressive, I always had to have something intelligent or amazingly 
witty to say. It's not like that this time around. Sometimes I get 
nervous around him still, but it's more so a sense of calm, that it's 
okay to be myself. 
There was a very brief lull in the conversation and all of the 
sudden Kirk's hands were on my face and he was going into kiss me. There
 was a split second moment when my head was screaming, "DON'T FORGET 
YOUR PLAN! MAKE HIM WORK!" but then he was kissing me and it was too 
late. I gave in. I let Kirk transport me to that place his kiss takes me
 to, the place where worries don't exist, it's just me and him and this 
special, intimate moment. Nothing I've said in the past to hype up 
Kirk's kissing abilities was exaggeration. The dude knows how to kiss a woman.
 Go ahead and judge me, but you were in my shoes, I can guarantee you 
would have done the same thing and kissed the crap out of him.
We kissed for a while, not too long. I lay there with my head on his 
chest and his arms around me and we talked about what we're doing and 
how it's going to take a lot of work. We both voiced how we're up for 
the challenge. We didn't get into detail on things we need to talk about
 and work on, but we did bring up a few things (like his communication 
skills and our physicality) that we need to address. I asked him to take
 some time to think about what happened that lead up to and caused our 
break up and I'd do the same. We'll get together after a few days and 
we'll talk about it, maybe pin point some trouble places, voice what I 
need him to do and what he needs me to do. It's a lot of working 
together to try and find a balance, to find a way to make our lives come
 together in harmony. 
I feel like in past relationships everything has been easy. I'd find 
myself in these relationships that were without problems, without 
butting heads, without arguments or disagreements. I know that's ideal 
and that's what everyone wants, but what happens to progression? Being 
able to learn how to change, how to sacrifice, how to listen to what 
someone else is saying are integral parts of a relationship. It keeps 
things dynamic and interesting, it makes the involved parties strive for
 something. If two people want to make their lives mesh through 
marriage, it takes patience, communication, love, service, selflessness.
 These are all things that can be reaped from this second go with
 Kirk, he just has to be willing to work hard and I have to keep my head
 clear and NOT allow myself to fall into old, monotonous habits with 
him. 
There has to be change and he's told me on several occasions how ready he is to step up to the plate.
Ring by Spring or my money back!

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