I never planned to go back.
I may have even said I’d never go back.
Never say never.
I did go back, though. I went back because emotionally I wasn’t done.
He wasn’t done. He fought for me. He pulled me back. And, I allowed it. I wasn’t kicking. I wasn’t screaming. I was guarded. I am guarded. But, if it crashes and burns. I have no regrets. I have no doubts. I leave confident. It will be the final goodbye.
And, that was the agreement. If we go all in again, and it doesn’t work, we walk away. No friends. No communication. Nothing lingers. It’s done.
But, we have to go all in. We have to try. I have to try. I can be guarded, but I have to try.
I went back to realize that I shouldn’t stay.