ZOMBIE SLAYER

This week's greatest accomplishment: I SLAYED A ZOMBIE. 

For more on Zombie Boy please read previous post. I'm going to pretend most of you are caught up on things and know that Zombie Boy has been haunting my heart on and off for about 6 years. 

So, lately, I've been getting quite tired of constantly being on guard. If he texts me, I run into him, I see something that reminds me of him (etc. etc.), my feelings creep back. It's especially frustrating when absolutely nothing substantial happens. I feel chemistry and would swear on my life he did too... if it wasn't for the fact that HE DOES NOTHING ABOUT IT. 

With this in mind, I made a big decision. I wasn't finding closure on my own, so I was going to talk to him. 

Probably comparable to fighting a Zombie with a kitchen knife. 

Anyway...

Dating Rule #78: When trying to be brave and show/tell a boy how you feel, your first attempt will almost always certainly fail. 

However, two days later he played right into my ploy when HE asked me to go up to South Jordan. After an entire evening of fun and laughter and pleasantness, we drove home together. I knew my roommates would be waiting with knives if I came home without having talked to him... so around Lehi, I dove in. 

I started with our Sophomore year of High School and told him all. My feelings then, my feelings now, how hard it was for me, how confused I have been since, how terrified I was for him to come from his mission, how I still had feelings for him now and didn't know what to do... EVERYTHING. Let me tell ya, it felt good. 

Then, I demanded answers. Now I don't recommend this to any two people, but Zombie Boy and I go way back. It was actually pretty natural for us to talk about it all. He was absolutely wonderful and gave me the closure I needed. I finally understand what he was thinking and IS thinking. 

How did this lovely convo end? I looked him in the eye and simply said, "I'm going to let go and move on." 

I don't ever remember words tasting so good. Because it was true! I felt a huge burden lifted. So much so that I may have been in complete shock/broken down crying after my roommates mobbed me for information. 

Ladies (and Gentlemen, if you're here) I firmly believe that communication can do amazing things. Whoever knew that all you really need to kill a Zombie is a good, long conversation. 

And the best part? We're still great friends. In fact, maybe better. 

The One Timer: Over and Out