Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word

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A few weeks ago, I gave up hoping that he would apologise. Sure he already said sorry, but it didn’t really count because I coaxed it out of him.

Two nights ago it was different. We were having one of our now rare late night phone calls, catching up on each other, when he genuinely apologised. I had least expected it when he finally admitted that he had hurt me. Knowing him as a proud man, it means a lot although the apology has come much later than I would have preferred. After all, sorry may well be his hardest word.

It had taken him two months but it is still not too late. It doesn’t mean that I’m taking him back. I just feel that perhaps he too can now let go of the past and look to what the future might bring him. Perhaps this admission means that he finally understands that it is not a viable option for me to remain with him.

Prior to that, he had said that he would never leave me, to which I agree..only because I have already left. Still, I like to think that he would continue to love me for a while yet, just as I do him. It doesn’t mean that we will get back together. I trust it means that we can still rely on each other when we need a friend. Perhaps there will be time when we could use each other for moral boost where needed.

It means that I would like to still meet him for dinner or a drink when he is in town, just to share updates in our mutually complicated lives, or to listen to our latest adventures.

At the very least I can trust him for some good hearty laughs.
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