LinkWorshiper

Not quite a get back together story either, but I think it's on that road. My ex and I broke up after he freaked out during a small argument we were having. Like just threw his hands up in the air and stormed off into the night. I ended up in the hospital after that, but one of our mutual friends kept him from contacting me there because he thought it would be bad for both of us. When I got out, our communication was odd and then became very stilted until I ran into him on the street one day. We ended up having a nice conversation and he admitted he had been afraid to talk to me. We started hanging out as friends, as he made a big point that he was trying really hard to focus on himself and fix a lot of things that he hated about himself, which I was glad to hear even though I told him I still loved him. So that went on for a few months until he started flirting with me again, and not play flirting, but like serious business flirting, asking what he had to do to prove himself to me. The next week, he got crazy quiet and I made him tell me why, and he said that he'd met someone, though he was quick to say that he wasn't sure if he just wanted to be her friend or what. I told him I couldn't spend time around him if he was so confused he couldn't even decide what he wanted to do because it was hurtful to me. I promptly texted his roommate, who is also my friend, to ask when I could get the rest of my things.... Last week I had lunch with the roommate, who was trying hard to give me some type of closure about my ex, that I meant something to him but that he just didn't want a relationship. This was week four of NC since the incident I mentioned before, so I figured this was probably the best I was going to get and took it at face value. But when I got home with the bag of things and opened it up, there was a long, beautiful letter from my ex inside that elaborates on his struggles with using drugs and booze to fit in and ignore who he really was, that he was more empathetic to some of my complications now that he was spending time understanding his own. He speaks of hoping that we could meet again in the future to talk about our journeys, that he wasn't happy with casual acquaintance but that we had to be strong to live through this. He finished the letter saying that he thought I was a beautiful soul and that I should take the time to temper it, and that hopefully, when he was a person he admired, that I would forgive him. I thought a long time about what to do, but I decided to do what I felt was right, despite all the advice and talk of NC or whatever you'd get from all sides. I wrote him a letter back that pretty much acknowledged his need to figure himself out, but that I had forgiven him a long time ago, he was not alone and that even if he thought it was hard to see what a great person he was, it wasn't as impossible as he might think, since I could see that person so clearly. Then I wrapped the letter around my oldest coppy of The Catcher in the Rye, and wrapped that in brown paper, put his name on it and snuck into his office at work to leave it on his computer. That was a few days ago, so we'll see how it goes, but I have a feeling that something good is going to come out of it for us.