A Year in Review - 2011, pt. III

The year finally starts to come together. This post takes me to the end of the summer and the last one will sum up the end of the year. Check out pt. I and pt. II too.

The day after the kissing had taken place was all weird. We both acted as if nothing happened yet there would be the odd secret caress under the table. The next night after everyone else was asleep I tried to wake Mr. Prog up, but my efforts were in vain. And then, the next day we went home. As I dropped the boy off he placed a kiss on my forehead that sent tingles down my spine. But still, we would not talk about what had happened.

The following week was all back to normal. We would chat the way we used to and it really was as if nothing was going on between us two but mere platonic friendship. He had a summer job in Helsinki, so we didn't even know when we’d next see each other. Eventually, about a week and a half after Midsummer, I got invited to a restaurant opening in Helsinki and asked if maybe the boy would like to see me after.

We met up and it was slightly awkward. He'd ask when I'd be going back and I was dodging the questions and we'd try to decide what to do but neither of us would have any real suggestions. Eventually I asked him if he'd like to kiss me. And he did. Once we got all the awkwardness out of the way we walked over to his place and instead of the late train home I would get the early train the next day.

Once we got to his place I sat myself on the sofa and he went to put on some music. Now let me once again take you back to the night of Pink Floyd and tears. YES. He put on the same bloody record. Now, obviously I didn't say anything - don’t think it would've been a good conversation starter to go ‘Oh! the last time I listened to this was when I broke up with my previous boyfriend!’ Pretty soon the record started skipping though, and he put on something completely different.

From then on the summer went by in a flash. Although we still managed to spend a lot of awesome days, nights, weekends together. He’d work from home (ie. my place) every now and then, I’d stay with him when I had my luxurious week long holiday and whenever I could come up with a good excuse to go visit him I would.

We spoke a lot and slept little. Often when he was at my end of the world we’d sit in the garden swing until the early hours and talk. A lot of the times we’d talk about my previous relationship. For that, I will forever be grateful to him. Out of everyone I spoke to about the relationship and the end of it he was the most objective about it all. He wouldn't put blame on anyone and he would just let me talk about it all. It was seriously important for me to get it all out. He didn't comment on things much and when he did he was very diplomatic and wouldn't take any sides. He listened and that was the best thing anyone could do. I am rambling but I really do think he was being super awesome.

When we started dating I was very nervous that it was all too soon and he had similar feelings. I can only speak for myself but I feel that the "therapy sessions" we had in that swing laid a superb foundation for our relationship. With all the talking I got everything out of my system and we were able to leave the ghost of the past relationship behind.