It was the first time we had spoken in awhile. First time it felt normal. Without pain, without bitterness, without jealousy and anger. Friends. I used to dread the day that this would happen. Thinking if we could go from completely enthralled in each others lives, to simply a “Hello” and “How are you?”, that what we had hoped for together just wasn’t enough for us to hold on.

I used to think that as long as we remembered how it all started and remembered how much we promised each other, that we would never have to have a conversation about what each other has been up to since we last spoke. Having small talk was never an option because in all our companionship there was never enough room for it.

They say people come and go in our lives for a reason, and that some stay for awhile for the journey together. You live, laugh and love together. But more importantly you learn together. I don’t think I’ve quite understood that till now. It seemed like such a struggle towards the end, that at times it felt like nothing good would come of it.

That it would all just disintegrate and leave us angry, hurt, weak and exhausted, left to mend and fend for ourselves. We spoke and although not much was really said about the past, we both knew that indeed we had come and gone in each others lives for a reason.

We lived, laughed and loved together and through it all; learned. A great deal. So that we could do better and be better for ourselves and anyone else who is to come into our lives. It was the first time we had spoken in awhile and it was the first time I realized that what we had was good after all.

- DEXintheCITY