The next couple of weeks were a whirlwind. Texting all day. Talking every night. Totally fabulous. I had forgotten what it was like to feel this way. Falling back in love with you felt glorious.
We became part of each other’s routine. You would set your alarm for 5am to text me good morning. Even if you were off or not working until the afternoon. Your “good morning” texts always made my day. Knowing I was your first thought in the morning always made me smile. We were falling back in love.
Late night convos until 2am. Totally loved those. I learned to take naps on the nights you were working late. You always called me when you finished working. We talked about everything. The future, our pasts, our kids, having more kids…whatever we could think of. We never had dead airspace when we were talking. It felt just like old times. We must’ve asked each other a hundred questions a day. We even changed our ringtone to “our song” from way back when. I’ll never forget the day you “chose” it.
I was so worried about being your rebound girl. That was not a role I wanted to play. You still had a ton of things to work out when you returned home. Knowing that you had to work that out alone…I was a little worried about the unknown but still looking forward to what could be.
Gosh, this could actually work! What a story we would have to tell our kids and anyone else who’d listen. We could pull out pictures from when we were 15. We could talk about when we first met (at church). How you introduced yourself by telling me your name and how I said hey and immediately shortened it. (lol) How I’m the only one in the whole world that can call you that….I even asked you the other day if you wanted me to actually start calling you by your real name. You’re response: “Nope. You’ll always be the only one that can ever call me that.” ::blushing::
We had so many memories. When we reminisced, it felt like it all happened yesterday. We remembered every detail about everything. From our first date, to our first kiss, and everything in between. It was like reliving the best story every told. You told me everyday how beautiful I was and how happy I made you. You said all the right things. Shit, I didn’t want to screw this up. So we took everything day by day. I knew the love you felt for me was real. You knew me better than anyone else. I didn’t even have to say anything if you were looking at me. We were so in love back then. Always together. It was tough feeling that way and not being able to see you.
We started to make plans for when you moved back down. Couldn’t wait to finally hear the exact date of your transfer and if you were getting that promotion. My schedule was pretty set….it was yours that would be a little crazy. We would be able to figure something out. The waiting was relentless. I have no patience and it was torture.
So we wait. There was nothing else that we could do. I mean if we had already waited 20 years….what’s a couple more weeks? How bad could it be? Then one day, you didn’t call me when you got off from work….
To be continued…. xoxo ~ D