Last night, MM called at a quarter til 11. To check on me.
He called last week at 2 AM. He was apprehensive whether I would talk to him or not last week. He was apprehensive again last night. I could hear it in his voice.
We spoke briefly. It was almost like nothing happened.
This morning he apologizes for calling last night. He was lonely. He tells me thanks for not telling him to go to hell last night.
Maybe each of us needs to work through our issues. Maybe there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe not. Maybe I just need to let go.
It's hard because I feel there is something bigger driving me, driving him, driving us.
Maybe my heart is in the driver's seat this time. I guess only time will tell.