posted on Oct, 13 2004 @ 04:11 PM
I had no idea where I was going with this, hope it's spooky enough, i'll attempt another when I have more time, but I wanted at least one entry
Our break up three years ago was painful for both us, we were no longer in contact. It took almost a whole year for me, but I was certain that I was
over him now. I knew going to the high school reunion might be awkward if I showed up with my latest boy toy Francois the air head. I admit I was
only infatuated with Francois’s looks, he had nothing else to offer, so I dumped him last night, why string him along?. I felt so confident and full
of myself, I was positive I didn’t need man on my arm to look good, plus you never know which of those nerds could have turned out rich and not so bad
looking. I was looking forward to this reunion, that was until I saw "Him" standing under “our” tree near the gymnasium entrance. He was wearing a
blue shirt, almost the same shade of blue as his eyes and the last shirt I had seen Him in three years ago. My heart skipped a beat, but I gathered
myself, offered a friendly wave and walked in.
It was great, almost the entire senior class of 1993 had shown up. Billy and Amanda the couple we had all predicted would get married, were married
and they had five children! Angelina the school slut was there too, but now she was married to a pastor and seeing her fidget with her high collar on
her blouse, made me wonder why she married a pastor, until I saw the bling bling on her hand. Wayne, our star athlete was there too, he didn’t quite
make it into the major leagues like he wanted to, but he was doing something he loved, he was the school’s new baseball coach. It was a blast
reconnecting with everyone.
I had forgotten He was even there, it was when the dancing started, that I realized that He hadn’t entered the building. Grabbing a glass of wine I
walked outside to see Him still under the tree. He turned and looked at me and I swear my knees went weak and I almost dropped the glass. Every
thought, every emotion, every feeling I had sworn I was rid of, came bubbling to the surface. Standing about 100 feet from each other, we just
stared. A waiter offered another glass of wine bringing me back to reality. I gave him my empty glass, I didn’t even realize I had drank it all and
grabbed two more. # it, I am a grown woman, that was 3 years ago, so what, we almost walked down the aisle, so what, I was the one that #ed up the
relationship, so what, I had broken His heart. Wild thoughts raced thru my mind I walked up to Him, offering Him a glass of wine like a peace pipe.
He smiled and ran his hand thru his hair before taking the glass from me. My insides felt like mush.
“I loved you and I still love you” I blurted out before even thinking about I just said.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I want you back, I was wrong” I couldn’t believe my own mouth, What was I saying? what was I doing? I am insane, why did I
ever started drinking? I turned to walk away, but then He grabbed my arm.
His hands were cold and icy but as He gently pulled me close, I rushed into his arms and pressed my face into His chest and cried. I cried like a
baby while He simply ran his fingers thru my hair, not saying a word.
Emotions, memories, dreams all intermingled into one and I thought of the three years of life that I had wasted. How could I have been so blind, so
foolish? Why did I let our separation go on for so long? Words flowed freely my lips but I was barely conscious of what I was saying. I just knew I
wanted Him back in my life, more than anything I had ever wanted in the whole world.
He kissed me passionately and whispered yes in my ears and my heart flooded with joy. Leading Him to my car, I was feeling happier than I had in a
long time. So what, we had lost 3 years, so what, He was dead, so what, He died calling my name as He laid crushed under his car. So what, that I
was the one who let Him get into his car drunk. He had come back for me and we were going to be together again. I stepped on the gas and raced onto
the freeway and into oncoming traffic.
[edit on 10-13-2004 by worldwatcher]