So that was it.

First, I reread the last post and it didnt come out like I thought I wrote it. It sounds pretty jerky really, and it wasnt meant to be that way at all. When I wrote it I was giving her a hard time about her "date".
In any case; the day went as I had hoped. To be honest I'm a little burnt out on feelings right now, and I really dont think I can write this last meeting. I really couldnt do it justice. Whatever I write right now is a rough draft, and I'll have to come back to this story another day.
The setting was perfect with the cafe and the small jaunt to the flower shop. I had intended she pick out a single flower and keep it forever, but she spotted some country humor wooden painted signs. One was perfect for her, and well the other she felt fitting for me. It is funny, and I will always cherish it because its her humor, but I feel too ashamed to hang it because I dont feel that way about her. It says, "I'm not with stupid anymore".
My favorite part was when we walked up to the second floor to see what else they had. The lit Christmas trees could not have created a more romantic setting. I was hoping nobody would be up there as I day dreamt about taking her right there. Those jeans she has make her legs and ass look amazing. Well, they dont need any help to do that, but the jeans sure added to the effect.
Its her subtle touches and looks she gives me that really gets me going. I really dont need much affection or touch from her when she does those things. The eyes alone say enough, and convey enough emotion.
Its probably a good thing I am leaving now because if we had any more days like today or Wednesday, we'd be back together in some form probably.
I'm glad how we handled things, it was perfect. Its funny how much crap everyone gave me, how many people who knew her that spit on me and treated me like shit. I took so much abuse and negativity from so many people just because I wanted to love her. You know why its funny because this guy was granted the best divorce any guy could ever dream of. And most people go there whole lives never being in love, or being involved but never feeling real true love. Those people would have given anything to feel what I felt from her today and Wednesday. And it just reaffirms that I was right the whole time, and that it was worth fighting for.
You just dont know her like I do. Why did I even care about some other guy? Is she going to date, have sex, probably be loved? Yes. But will they ever get her like I do? No, and I'll always have that.
She told me some things I already knew, but it was nice hearing them from her. I really dont cry ever in my life, not even when I cut my foot off. But with her, I cant help it. I'll probably always cry when I remember having to let her hand go before closing the door to the Jeep.
As we parted ways, one down the 55S and one down 55N, we each honked 3 times. One honk for every word, just like one kiss for every word, or one hand squeeze for every word. I love you.