I woke up to Kent calling me on my phone.
We walked to the park and talked for a long time. I started out angry; I kept hearing what Frank said about not talking to him anymore, and I didn't really want to hear what he had to say. But he knows me better than anyone, and I think we really needed that. To meet again and to get everything out there. I think I was really hurt because it seemed like he was already over it, and I was the only one sad about breaking up, but to find out that we were still on the same page, that helped a lot. I had to go to the bank afterwards, so he went with me. He held my hand really tightly all the way. I didn't mean to cry anymore, but I still did, a little.
I didn't mean to stay in touch with him anymore, at least not for now, but I ended up texting him for a long time afterwards. Maybe Frank doesn't have to be right about being unable to stay friends with your exes; maybe it can work for us. It doesn't hurt so much anymore.
