To breathe.

Things have changed over the course of the week. Things are much more calmer. There's much more laughter in the air.

After writing the earlier blogs of anger and resentment, we talked about him and I. I've always been one to face something head-on, rather than just sulk it away - so we talked about it. Cleared the air, even.

We talked about how the strain of everyday… whether it be being together, working together… things just weren't fun anymore. We needed to take the pressure off and just breathe some new life into the meaning of "us" - to revisit our friendship, the "dating" phase, and in time, it would lead us back to sex, which was such a strained issue before...

And, we really did.

Wednesday was a great date night with my sister and her fiancée, ending with a kiss at the front door. Friday was a great night at my house for one of my roommate's boyfriend's birthday, more kisses. Saturday was a wonderful day. Spent the day out with his friends - his daughter had just turned 1 - and it was an all-day family affair. Lots of hugs, lots of kisses, lots of laughter and smiles all day long. Hung out at night with a friend I hadn't seen in awhile; he did the same. It was just a great day. Sunday, hung out with friends in the morning, and then off to his place for our usual, but incredibly comforting routine.

It was nice getting us back to what we have always been, extraordinary friends with tremendous adoration for each other. It's almost as if we forgot what we had - with the pressures of the everyday. We had to relearn how to just to enjoy each other's company.

And sure enough, it worked… it led us back … last night. ;)