"Who Was That Guy?" by derek.domingo — Pulandit.com

Who was that guy?

A dialogue.

Chapter 1
I was in bed with my wife last night. We had been together for 15 years, married for 10. She is an amazing woman, and we have great chemistry. We were even each other's firsts in, well, everything. We have always been meant to be - we're soulmates, if you believe in that sort of thing. I don't really, but somehow that description always suited us and what we have.

Things are great now but it weren't that way all the time; we can sort of get crabby with one another here and there, but nothing out of the ordinary for any two people so in love. Things like that happen, and they can either be ruinous, or, makes the both of you evaluate each other and the state you've found yourselves in - perhaps even for the better.

With all the arguments, misunderstandings, and fights we've had over the years I would say, had only made our love stronger. Although undeniably they too have set us back a huge bit. We were and still are people that don't believe that there's a special someone out there waiting for you - a soulmate - but if you work hard enough and try hard enough on a relationship, it might just work. It might even go the distance.

We didn't always make it work. Being each other's firsts when I was 19 and she was 18, we were bound to face mishaps, challenges, and mistakes both in and out of our control. We were so very young, so naive, and somisguidedwith both our notions of what love is or ought to be, that for the longest while, we have done things wrongly, immaturely. From one another we expected too much, cared too much, and done too much or too little that these things caused to be such great detriments to the love we were trying to build. We were kids, trying to love one another the way we thought we can and needed to.

We were broken up for seven long months when we were two years into our relationship, back when we were still just dating. In retrospect, it turned out to be just an amicable separationmore than it was a breakup - a cool-off period that, after a long-winded and toxic-turned relationship, was badly needed by the both of us. There was a lot of pain during that separation, but a lot of learning as well. It might just have been the best thing that has ever happened to our relationship at the time. It is what we truly needed not just as lovers, but as individual people, people that are still working it out and still figuring things out at that point in time and at that age.

So I was in bed with her last night. We had just gotten home from a party - a boring, too-professional-for-either-of-our-tastes work party that she had invited me to. We were hardly spent, and it wasn't too late. It was on a Saturday so it didn't feet like we needed the day to be done that instant. She had just finished readying for bed while I was laying down. There was something I thought about back when we were at the party, something that really bugged me in a way, so I asked her about it,

"Who was that guy?"