He and I also talked about resolutions last night. We were chatting in the car after he voluntarily fetched me home from the wedding dinner. His personal goal was to focus on developing the fundamentals, since they were lost from sight last year.
I must say that I've never had great expectations of him, having learned the hard way that disappointment could have devastating consequences on a relationship, and that the importance of accepting a person far exceeds anything else. But I'm really proud of the person he is. Not flippant and irresponsible, but introspective and mature. In a single night, he has proven that he is worth more the man he has always been given credit for. That my complete trust in him, often viewed by others with skepticism and worry, was not a foolishly blinded act of honeymoon love.
That he also took the first step to pick me from town was particularly symbolic. For all the time we've spent together so far, it often seemed like I was giving 110 per cent, while he readily received with perhaps half the reciprocation. This felt like the first time he's given a part of his heart to me. The gesture was grander than any material gift. It wasn't about the money, but the effort it took for someone so busy and tired all the time to fetch me in a roundabout trip home.
That put a beautiful end to an otherwise unpleasant evening. I finally managed to rest without foreboding dreams disturbing my subconscious.
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