bittersweet

Well, last night was lovely. We went to a great restaurant, had a good meal, and talked. There were a few uncomfortable moments, but we moved on from them, and overall we both had a nice time. The night started with a wee bit of tension, and nervousness, but by the time we were half way through our first drink we were talking and relaxed.

There was no spark...

There was a part of me that was hoping for one, and a part of me that wanted a disaster. The spark would have meant hope for reconciliation, a disaster would have meant I could hate him. There was neither, and so while it was good, and necessary, and from it came the possibility of us one day being good friends, it was sad...sad and bittersweet.