Shouldn't a year be enough?

It surely didn't help that The Ex and I picked up communication right where we left off.

I said:
I was (just to sound trite) maddeningly, blindly in love with you in February 2011. It's been a year and still I can't be in a relationship or deal with the opposite sex, I like my independence and I don't think we should be together because of the murder thing but most mornings I wish I were waking up to you, despite me knowing damn well better.

He said:
I subconsciously / consciously kill every effort I make to move past us. I don't think we should be together even though I really miss you all the time. Ours was violent and painful but the truth is I'm in love with you. Every time I find some kind of happiness, it makes me feel like I am giving up on happily ever after. I'm not telling you any of this because I want something from you. We have given each other enough hell. I'm fine on my own and I have liked it. It's what I needed. But to push through all that and good things and a fresh relationship and then not really see you for almost a year and be good. Then all that had to happen is take a short walk with you and spend five minutes on a bench in a park with you. One gaze held for just a moment too long a year means nothing. 

And file it between things we shouldn't say now and are better left unsaid. I agree, it's time to move on and enjoy moving forward.