The next day……
“Are you still sleeping?” you texted around 11am. It had been a late night for both of us. Staying out until 4am the night before. Talking about our past. I was surprised that you still remembered everything. From my old phone number to what I liked to eat.
We laughed about you coming over to my house every day and waiting in the living room while I changed. Making small talk with my parents. Talking on the phone for hours at night until we fell asleep. Our parents would be pissed the next morning because no calls were getting through, since we never hung up the phone during the night.
You were able to spend one more night in town. We decided to have dinner again in order to spend as much time as possible together before you left. We talked on the phone all day. Dinner was amazing. You held my hand and stared into my eyes. Our waitress only had eyes for you and I had no idea what she was saying! She finally stopped staring at you when you decided to sit next to me so we could be closer.
Holding back the tears while we attempted to say goodbye was the hardest. Feeling your arms around my waist as you pulled me closer. Tasting your lips as they pressed tightly against mine. New emotions were flowing this time. The realization of knowing we were finally together. “You still taste the same” you whispered to me again as your lips separated from mine. Knowing you never forgot about me and wanting to start over enveloped us like a cloud embracing the sun.
Tomorrow was going to be hard. How are we going to get through being apart again? Would it be possible to wake up and know you were gone? Would I find comfort in knowing you’d be back? We chose not to say goodbye…saying “I’ll see you soon” seemed like a better idea. Would we miss each other? — damn straight we would.
We decided we would speak every day. You made me swear that this would be a two-way street. That I would call/text you and not wait for you to do it first. There would be no game playing. Just a straight-up, old-fasioned relationship. Could we survive round two? Who knows….we already had four years of love behind us and the feelings hadn’t disappeared. We were both ready to jump on the train in search of our happiness. Would we find it?
To be continued……xoxo ~ D