The Bear told me last night that he wanted to marry me, and could I hurry up and fulfill my dreams so that he could. He said he's been holding back all this time because he knew that I'd go into mom/wife mode, and give up my dreams to accomodate my new role in my new life.
He's right. I would have.
We are destined to never be together. That is our story, and that's what I told him. He and I will always be. And we will never be.
The Date (he needs a nickname, but this will do for now... Maybe the Nintendo) asked me today to vacation with him for a few weeks in another country.
I said yes.
Less than 24 hours, two very different people, two very different suggestions.
It's amazing what happens when you start living.