"He tried to kiss you?!"
Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at Sally. "He thought about it. I've seen that look on his face, so many times before."
"My god...so...are you two...?"
"No we're not! For one, he's not the same person I fell in love with. And regardless of any other excuse I can come up with, and believe me they are in great abundance, I don't feel that way about him anymore." Rachel looked up at her friend, whose eyebrows had climbed up her forehead. "Ok. The man I had feelings for...no longer exists. He's changed...we both have. I'm just...I'm not sure I need the added complication in my life at the moment."
Sally sighed and drank some of her coffee. "But he's going to be in your life isn't he? He's going to be there for Danny. You can't avoid him forever."
"I know." Rachel frowned and looked out across the square. "I'm dealing with a ghost from my past...and that's all he is."
Sally smiled softly. "But you love him...you never stopped loving him."
Rachel looked back at her. "Maybe that's the problem? I look at him and although he's changed...I still feel so much for him. In many ways, I still see the man he was. Whilst he was gone, it was easy to deal with...now he's here..."
"Have you spoken to him about this?"
"No."
"Then maybe you should." Rachel shook her head softly. "It's Christmas in two weeks time Rachel...what are you going to do then?"
Rachel sighed heavily. "I haven't thought about it. And to be perfectly honest with you...I don't want to either."
"Bad memories?"
"He..." She frowned softly. "...he proposed to me, the last Christmas we spent together...I turned him down. I don't think...he ever really understood why and I don't think he ever forgave me. Then...a year later, he was gone...and I was pregnant."
Sally waved over the waiter and paid the bill. " Well...if you want my opinion, I think the two of you still have issues...and they need to be dealt with. Sooner rather than later."
Rachel stood up and picked up her jacket which she'd slung over the chair. She looked out over the snow covered square and wondered exactly how honest she was being with herself. "You're not wrong there."
Rachel rolled her eyes and looked at Sally. "He thought about it. I've seen that look on his face, so many times before."
"My god...so...are you two...?"
"No we're not! For one, he's not the same person I fell in love with. And regardless of any other excuse I can come up with, and believe me they are in great abundance, I don't feel that way about him anymore." Rachel looked up at her friend, whose eyebrows had climbed up her forehead. "Ok. The man I had feelings for...no longer exists. He's changed...we both have. I'm just...I'm not sure I need the added complication in my life at the moment."
Sally sighed and drank some of her coffee. "But he's going to be in your life isn't he? He's going to be there for Danny. You can't avoid him forever."
"I know." Rachel frowned and looked out across the square. "I'm dealing with a ghost from my past...and that's all he is."
Sally smiled softly. "But you love him...you never stopped loving him."
Rachel looked back at her. "Maybe that's the problem? I look at him and although he's changed...I still feel so much for him. In many ways, I still see the man he was. Whilst he was gone, it was easy to deal with...now he's here..."
"Have you spoken to him about this?"
"No."
"Then maybe you should." Rachel shook her head softly. "It's Christmas in two weeks time Rachel...what are you going to do then?"
Rachel sighed heavily. "I haven't thought about it. And to be perfectly honest with you...I don't want to either."
"Bad memories?"
"He..." She frowned softly. "...he proposed to me, the last Christmas we spent together...I turned him down. I don't think...he ever really understood why and I don't think he ever forgave me. Then...a year later, he was gone...and I was pregnant."
Sally waved over the waiter and paid the bill. " Well...if you want my opinion, I think the two of you still have issues...and they need to be dealt with. Sooner rather than later."
Rachel stood up and picked up her jacket which she'd slung over the chair. She looked out over the snow covered square and wondered exactly how honest she was being with herself. "You're not wrong there."