The Story pt.2

I'm having a rough night. {i will not cry. i will not cry. i will not cry} Just memories. I miss the closeness, the bond that was shared. How I could come home from a rough night's work and just unwind. I can't describe it, but you know the feeling. I miss having one person who truly understands me. I miss my support. My emotions are all over the wall right now.

Regardless-
here's another chapter in my story.
Enjoy.

If you missed Part I, be sure to check out the first half of this story before reading this. It’ll save you a lot of confusion…

Where did we leave off? Hmmm… that’s right. Christmas break. I had a boyfriend. That boy wasn’t him. Jealousy set in.

That break was an interesting one… one of the fastest I’ve ever experienced. I had flown down to Florida to be with my boyfriend and to ring in the new year. While I was waiting for my plane, Former and I talked for over an hour (which was the first long conversation in over 6 months via telephone). Whatever… he just missed me… or was bored... no biggie. It was nice to catch up... and better than staring thru the glass overlooking the runway. That gets old real quick.

Got a few random texts from him after that… just kind of blew them off. One or two more hour long conversations on the telephone and before I knew it… he was inviting me to a hockey game on Valentine’s Day. Wait- I had a boyfriend. I was supposed to be spending that day with the boyfriend. Not my best friend… huh?

Random texts became more frequent- what are you doing? Who are you with? How’s your boyfriend? Can we do dinner soon… just like old time... and please leave ahem, your boyfriend at home...

After countless fights with the boyfriend over this guy, I finally decided to take the plunge. I called Former out. Told him we had to talk. Why all of the sudden are you texting me and calling me… wondering what I’m doing and who I’m with all the time? Oh… and the whole dinner thing- do you honestly think it’s ok for me to go to dinner with you (which you paid for) while my boyfriend sits at home? errrr… And Valentine’s Day? That’s a day you spend with your special someone, not your best friend.

It was during this conversation that I heard what every Disney Princess secretly wishes to hear. He told me that he was a fool for ignoring the signs that I liked him and for letting me go. He told me that I was everything that he could ever hope for in a spouse and more. He told me I was his very best friend and he’d be stupid for passing me up and not giving us a chance to be something more. And with that- he was hoping for a second chance. A second chance to be something more than my best friend; a second chance to be a man and commit to me.

My heart melted. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The man of my dreams was telling me that he liked me? He had feelings for me? He wanted to be with me…. Exclusively? No more of this “we’re just friends” game we’d been playing for so long?

A month later- February 21, 2008- in the parking lot at Wendy’s after a lunch date, he asked me to be his exclusive girlfriend. I giggled like a little schoolyard girl for weeks. And just when I would stop giggling, he would hold my hand or kiss me and I would start all over again.

Life was perfect. I laughed and giggled without stopping. I even will go as far to say that I had an extra skip in my step on my way to class every morning.

That spring semester was filled with late-night talks, a ton of cuddling, date nights, and lots of kissing. I had never been so in love in my life, or more comfortable {you know the John Mayer song, comfortable... youtube the live version and listen to the words, that was us}. He always told me- “it just feels right being with you.” He charmed me with his sweet words: “I can’t believe a guy like me got a girl like you…” “God blessed me above and beyond anything I could have ever asked for with you…” “I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” It was like music to my soul. He thought I was sexy. He couldn’t get enough of me. He even started telling me that he couldn’t wait to buy a ring and make me his wife,. Deep down, this is most girl’s desire- to have a man chase and pursue her and tell her that she’s everything he ever wanted and more. I was just sailing, so thankful that my dreams had finally come true. I finally understood why I had gone through everything I had gone through with relationships- to find this one. You know exactly what I mean... there’s thousands of songs that sing exactly what I’m trying to say.

Spring turned to summer… one of the happiest summers of my life. I was carefree in many ways. I had the love of my life living ten minutes away. I had my own place for the summer. I had a pretty laid- back job. Days were spent by the pool or planting flowers in my beloved flower gardens and nights were spent grilling out or talking outside on the porch. We constantly did things together- lunch at a cute restaurant downtown. Going to friend’s houses after work. Late nights turned early mornings playing Rock Band. It was pure bliss in every way possible.

The next few posts will probably be tough to get through.
Stay tuned.
Love you all.