Well, at least it’s a good complication.

We did it again. Except we talked about it.

We aren’t dating. But we aren’t seeing other people, either. We’re taking it slow – except for the sex, of course.

We’re becoming friends again, which is what we lost in the first place. We finally figured out the problem – four months later than it should have been, but clearly, late is better than never.

We love each other. We’re not in love with each other, though – but it’s getting there. I can feel it.