He came back. Do you remember him? The man that has surpassed capturing my mind and heart, but also my soul. The same man that left due to numerous complications from our relationship. My greatest fears were faced when I contacted him. Yes, I contacted him- not the other way around. One year of tremendous agony from the loss of his companionship and a year of learning to move on for his sake and happiness. Two years of dreams, thoughts, the slip of his name off of my tongue, the continuous songs tying me back to him.
We met and discussed the past and came to an agreement to forgive and forget. We laughed and flirted a bit, things were normal- comfortable. We drew closer into one another’s space, and as I spoke of my home life, he did something that I only prayed of. He kissed me. He whispers how much he’s missed me. He tells me that he loves me.
My guard was demolished by his sincerity. My fear of rejection had fallen to the waist side into oblivion. My heart raced, breath quickened, my hands feigning to touch him- to hold him closer. My prayer was answered; I wasn’t the only one feeling a void. The first night over pure bliss with my true love.
(Time Lapse: A week later, Super Bowl Sunday)
Guess what?.. We have another outing together. Nothing major, just a walk in the park. Funny part of that is, it didn’t happen. We were both with family. Him watching the game, me watching commercials. Maybe another day.. Hopefully.
(A few days later)
We’ve been texting some, on and off. I’ve never been excited to read a simple text from someone. A simple “I love you” first thing in the morning can set my day to pure joy. We’ve caught up on most of the events that have passed over the span of our separation. We’ve also discussed his want of certain intimates that he desires. It’s like nothing has changed on his end. We have made a plan to meet up and hang out for a bit, which I’m a bit excited about.
(Later that evening)
Well, since I’m safely home and comfy in my pajamas, I’ ll let you in on our recent time together. Once again, we met up and I hopped into his car to our destination. We stopped at a park where he used to go to a lot. Unbeknownst to him, it was a hang out spot of my own when I needed to think. We walked and talked( well, he talked because I would start him up on a topic and allow his mind to run with it) and occasionally bump into each other. The flirtation was on high, and I was desperate to feel his kiss but I wouldn’t let him know that. Discreet and sweet is how I am, physically. Unyielding and bold is how I am mentally. When I thought I’d gotten over my want for his touch, he kissed me.. And kissed me.. And kissed me. I was numb to the cold air tapping against my cheeks or the trickle of rain that began to fall. A hand ran threw my softly curled hair, and his arm gripped tighter around my waist. His greed for my kiss was a bit surprising, but it was what I craved. Once we came up for air, we roamed the park and stopped on a nearby building’s porch and after a little while- we were kissing again. My heart flutters at the thought of his kiss because it was different from the first. Soft, calming, soothing, warm, easy are a few words that describe it. Just as the first night, he professes his love for me. This time I ask if he’s sure of his feelings; He looked into my eyes, almost as if he was looking into my soul, and said, Yes, of course I love you. If I didn’t love you, then I would hate you. I love you, Meleah.” With those last words, he kissed me gently once again and on my cheek. We walked hand in hand, fingers intertwined with one another’s to his car. After a political conversation, we went to a place that I had passed a few times on road trips. A place that I knew existed but didn’t know it belonged to his mother. Yep, we went to his mother’s house. No one was there, just him and I. I remember passing the driveway as a began my journey to Mississippi, but never thought how close I really was to him. After stepping into the house, we walked to his bedroom. Though it appeared lived in, it was tidy nonetheless. I sat in his computer chair while he sat on his bed. We talked a bit more, then we laid together. To my own surprise I willingly and happily gifted him with one of his many intimate favors, but we didn’t have sex. I didn’t think we would nor really wanted to that evening. Afterwards, we began our journey to the meet up spot. I had to inform him that my intimate favor to him wasn’t given to end up with the title of Friend or F.W.B. He assured me that that wasn’t his intention, which brought my mind to rest. He gabbed my hand, kissed the back of it, and drove back to the halfway point.
(Two Days Later)
February 13, the day before Valentines Day, the last day I spoke to him. Well, we didn’t really converse more so send an emoji to one another.
It is Tuesday, February 26th and I haven’t heard a work from him. I’ve sent messages to see if he’d respond, but I end up with nothing. The feeling of abandonment has made it’s way into my room. I’m once again where I was two years ago. He stays on my mind, constantly reminded me of our short times together. The messages are saved into my phone. I reread them sometimes. Especially when I attempt to find where I went wrong, what I did for him to fall completely silent while I wait for a response of any kind. Any answer would work for me at this point. It’s easier to work with the empty feeling because I’ve been through it before, but this feeling isn’t what I expected. He promised we’d see each other the next weekend after our last encounter, but that never occurred. No messages, no calls. I feel used. I feel taken advantage of. I feel betrayed. I feel exactly how he said he didn’t want me to feel now that we were rekindling our relationship.
What does this all mean? Why do I love him so much? Why hasn’t he gotten in contact with me? Why did I let my guard down? So many questions rattling through my brain unanswered. My insecurities have resurfaced. I’ve once again crawled into myself, unwilling to let any male near my heart or mind. If he contacts me, I don’t know how I’ll react. I don’t know if I’ll know how to any more. Old wounds are open, and I want revenge, but then again, I don’t I want him to hurt, but I hate to hurt him. I want him to want me as much as I thought he wanted me. I thought he was here to stay.. I guess I was wrong. The agony isn’t just in my heart, it’s so much deeper than that. My mind is beating me up for being so naive. My mind told me to ration out my feelings instead of going all in, but he said I would find out what we were in due time. I trusted him, completely. I thought he wouldn’t lie to me and make me feel this way. I don’t know whether to let things go and begin the hard process of moving on or hold on to my hope that things will work out; His comings and goings in my life have shaken me to my core and I’m left in the balance, struggling with my heart and head, wishing things were different than what they seem, hoping for a better reality.. Who knows what may happen next; Only God knows.