I set out at 13:12 yesterday to meet her outside her house. To walk, to talk, to understand and be understood. It had started with a text message Friday afternoon, encouraged by a friend at work who unfortuntely knows me better than I do. It's difficult to say what was supposed to happen, or how we were supposed to feel. But by somewhere around half five on Saturday evening, she offered a film back at her place from two chairs inside Blenz Coffee.

"It was when you put your arms around me outside my mums bedroom I knew" she spoke softly to me later that evening on her bed. It felt proper, and it felt bloody right. We trotted off to Subway together to pick up dinner, and not without making the manditory stop into the Supermarket for our $32 dessert. And she leaned into me on the Skytrain ride home, just like I remember. It was the feeling I'd missed. It was the feeling that had never felt so right.

Spending the night over, after earlier that day she handed me my jim-jams in a bag to take back home with me. However I didn't get home last night, and when I did this afternoon - it wasn't with my jim-jams. And it wouldn't be for long. Relationships are about compromise, they're about absolute honesty and they are about believing in what feels right. Being courageous enough to admit being wrong, developing a way to fix what went wrong & willing to continually work to keep it right. With her.