OCTOBER 2003
Chapter VII: The Kiss at the Red Light
On October 7, 2003, my grandma died. We were not officially back together, and I did not know exactly where I stood, but I knew I wanted you there. I asked if you would go to the funeral with me, and you did.
At a time when I was grieving and uncertain about almost everything, having you there with me was a comfort and just felt like we were meant to be together.
A short time later, we went out to dinner as friends (Texas Roadhouse). On the way home, I was stopped at a traffic light when you leaned over and kissed me.
I was overwhelmed with emotion and I knew in that moment that I had corrected a mistake that I had made long ago by letting you go.
I did not know what that kiss meant, I didn't care, I was just so happy and thought to myself, that I needed to do whatever it takes to make
sure I never let you go again!
Later, when I asked you what had changed, you told me you believed I still loved you. You said that at my grandma's funeral, even though I was grieving,
I was still attentive to you. I wanted to make sure you were okay, that you were comfortable, and that you felt cared for.
That was when you realized I still loved you. And that kiss at the light was when I realized we had found our way back to each other — this time, for good.
THE MOMENT EVERYTHING TURNED
I will always be grateful that, in the middle of one of my hardest days, you saw the truth in me more clearly than I knew how to say it.
BACK FOR GOOD