My goal was to not text or call him for a week after all this mess happened between us, but yesterday, I really felt the need to call him. The call was more for me than it was for him, but it turned out that he really needed me too. I knew he was having a bad day, because one of our friends told me. I felt so convicted that I hadn't called him before now. I know that distance needs to be part of the process, but I also know how horrible he was/is feeling about this whole thing. He can't apologize any more than he already has, and I think he was really trying to give me the distance I so desired. But, when I heard what had happened to him, I had to call and make sure that he was ok.
When I got off the phone with him, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and my heart. No matter what has happened between us, I still love him. Nothing is ever going to change that. I know that someday we will eventually probably go our separate ways, but I don't think God is done with our relationship yet. It's going to be rocky for a while, but I'm willing to stick it out if he is.
I'm feeling a bit nostalgic, so I thought I'd share our history together in photos so you can see just how long we've been friends.