It was a night like any other of recent nights that had become regular occurrences. We were laying on the couch watching TV at his place. Yet, it felt different. We felt more intimate.
It had been almost nine years since he ended it and broke my heart worse than anyone ever had. It had been five years since I thought I got over him. But I hadn't, really. I always had that hope; I always had the feeling that it was meant to be. We were meant to be. We would be. Us.
It was getting late, and we had to work the next morning. I was ready to give up hope for another night and head home when he stopped me in my tracks by, in so many words, asking me to be his girlfriend again. Like I had ever given up.
It was surreal. I almost cried. We kissed and said our "I love you's" and cuddled for those precious few minutes. We were back. He was mine.
It was not in vain. I held onto hope. "Us" was meant to be.
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7 comments:
Thanks for your comment on my Or So She Says post (I hope salt works for you. My heals hate looking beautiful, and salt is the one thing that can convince them otherwise).
Beautiful writing by the way. I love reading thoughtful and real words.
is this a true story? i see jed as one of the labels. if it is it's very cute and makes me all warm and fuzzy :)
Hope is a very positive thing!!
I love this. I hope this is true. And i hope my true love will come back too...
You're so brave to post your writing on your blog!! I'm always terrified to post any of my stories on mine. Kudos to you for have more writing cahones than I do! :D
What a lovely story and never let go to that hope!
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