A tale of two cities

I talked to my ex last night for about an hour. Our talks are easy and fun. We've always had strong communication between the two of us. We could delve into different subjects and easily lose an hour discussing art or politics. Inevitably it always turns into a discussion of the things we miss. Little things like how I'd drive her to work. Or her always telling me to hurry home. 

After I got off the phone I realized that for the majority the last two relationships I was in offered me two seperate things. Texas ex offered me the domesticated home life I crave, the partner to spend time with to share my life with. The person you wake up with and look at and say, "hey, let's go have an adventure today." She's also the person that taught me the value of true honesty. She never glossed her feelings over for me. It allowed me to understand her and her motives for the things that she did. 

 

But in married ex I found exactly the person I wanted to do all those things with. We matched each other stride for stride. There was never an idea that didn't sound good to me. Antique shopping? Sure. Taking a bike ride around the city? Yes! We connected and hit on every single note possible. I never once found her annoying to be around. She never bored me. She was a giant sponge of the love I had to offer and she gave back as best she could. 

With her I never felt so loved and wanted. She reciprocated every hug and kiss, every hold of the hand, every caress of the fingers.  My ideas were always interesting to her too. The zoo, outdoor concerts and picnics. I think she even wanted to do the St Patrick's day parade even though she scoffed at it. 

What's my point? There's a reason I didn't head down to Texas the last time after my ex was in town and we kissed. The reason is that the person that I had found after her is truly the person I feel I was meant for. 

And did I mention smart as a whip? She knows what I'm going to do before i do it. Always two steps ahead.