Is it a uniquely lesbian phenomenon, I wonder, to fall into comfortable friendship so quickly with someone you used to date/kiss/love/fuck? Of course, I’d heard all the jokes, laughed at the clichés, and have seen the evidence among my own friends – but it still surprises me.

Not even a month out from ending things with e. and I can honestly say we’ve moved into a pretty good place. I can’t help but smile at the irony that we’re far better with one another now than we often were during the period that we were dating. Yes, it’s bittersweet. I still wish things could have gone differently, I’m only human. But, I understand now that we’ve been given a chance to develop a solid, healthy relationship in a way we never could as a couple.

We got together to talk things out once (which made a huge difference), we’ve hung out briefly a few times, we’ve exchanged emails and had casual phone conversations. It’s been fairly smooth and comfortable and good. I think I’m probably more surprised than anyone, I really didn’t expect to feel this way, at least not this quickly. I know that much of this healing and perspective came from the fact that I allowed myself to dive into the darkness of my emotions and not deny myself the right to sit with my sadness and disappointment for a while.

Fact of the matter is, in the three months we were together, I came to care about her on a level that went beyond the dating and romance and sex. The intensity of our life events made both of us vulnerable and we each opened ourselves to the other in a very real way. In the process of navigating all the drama and uncertainty, I became invested in her as a person.

I’m glad that I was strong enough to recognize that it was time to move on from our relationship the way it was, but I’m far more glad that both of us care enough to let it become something else. I don’t want her to disappear from my life. I want to be her friend, to see her succeed, to see her really happy. I feel a deep sense of gratitude right now that it appears I will get to do just that.

It’s sometimes hard to discern, when life takes you down a road you didn’t want to travel, if it’s your heart that is more damaged, or if it’s your ego that has taken the brunt of the hit. Sometimes, I suppose, it varies from second to second. My heart hurt like hell when things ended – no doubt. I ached in a profoundly real way. As much as I knew they had to be, I did not want things to be over between us.

However, with a little distance, it’s also easier for me to see that a huge part of my emotional response was related to the bruising my ego took because of how things went down. Fact is, she moved on quickly. Really quickly. Like before things had officially ended kind of quickly. And when you’re the one on the other end of things, it really fucking sucks.

“Ouch”, whined my ego, with a massive pout and a bit of petulant foot stomping, “I wasn’t all that special after all”. When there is moving on to be done, nobody wants to be the one left behind in the dust. It’s a big slap in the face of the ultimate suck-it-up-sistah variety. Yeah baby, sometimes reality really does bite.

But it became clear, very quickly, that C (the new girl) was something different for e. I can’t exactly tell you how I knew, but within a few conversations I had a sense that C. already had e. in a way that I never did (and likely never would have). You might think that would make it hurt more, but instead, everything seemed to make more sense. If things had ended between us for the sake of casual dating or a quick fuck – it would have seemed so senseless, it would have burned in a whole different way. But if things ended because e. found someone that she has the opportunity to create a real, lasting connection with…well, all of a sudden the whole picture looks different.

I’ve seen them together twice now. The first time was crazy awkward, it was very soon after everything had happened and although I thought I could handle it, I just wasn’t ready. E. hugged me and J., J hugged C, and then C and I just stood there purposely not looking at one another, both of us likely wanting to sink into the floor wondering what the heck we were supposed to do now.

But Sunday night at the L word showing they were there again, and this time I felt totally different. This time I went up, gave e. a hug and then turned to C and hugged her as well – hoping I was transmitting the message that I was cool with this, that we could be cool with each other. Truth be told, I met C once before this all happened, and I honestly think she is a really cool lady. Someone who, under different circumstances, I would have totally wanted to get to know better.

Personally, I’m so much better, so much happier, so much more solid having moved beyond that relationship. Those three months were important to me on so many levels, they taught me so many things – but energy between e. and I didn’t put me in a good place mentally or emotionally much of the time. I was always unsure, off kilter, just a little out of wack. It never felt stable or predictable or like something I could put my faith and trust in – and a relationship like that just cannot sustain itself long term. Regardless of how much you care, or how much chemistry you have (or how damn good the sex is) it’s just not enough.

But if you take out all the drama, and all the uncertainty and all the missteps – it just comes down to two individuals caring about each other…and that is more than enough to form the basis of a friendship. So here we go, learning about each other in a whole new way, hopefully building a lasting relationship of an entirely different kind. For once, I’m happy to be a cliché.