Aside from the tiniest flicker of hope in the back of my mind, I think I’d all but given up on the idea of finding someone to spend my life with. I’ve been focusing more on trying to take care of myself and making myself happy. And then this funny, country boy voice from the past made itself known to me via facebook, instant messaging, and then phone calls. And that made me wonder if certain feelings could have possibly survived the 15-20 years it’s been since he and I shared…time. We never really dated, but we wanted to. our timing was off, I was too young, he was one of my brother’s best friends, etc. We flirted, we exchanged letters, he wrote me poems, we kissed, but never any more than that. We forged a friendship that endured his marraige and divorce, dating others, hanging out, but always walking a fine line.
Now we’re old enough to make our own decisions and 5 years apart in age isn’t the gap it used to be. And I decided the drive back to my former hometown for a weekend visit was worth it to find out what, if anything, I might find. Although I’ve talked myself both sides up and down the situation, I couldn’t help but be happy to see how he still makes me laugh, and how I still have a definite attraction to him. I thought the feeling was mutual, but now that I am back home in Dallas, I’m not so sure. I’ve tried to imagine a future with him…sometimes I can, sometimes I can’t. Just the fact that I’ve thought about it is scary.
He told me he knew “without a doubt we would be good together.” But now things just feel so…silent. Maybe I need too much reassurance, but honestly, I’d just like to know where things stand. He says he’s very interested in seeing where this goes, but I’m not sure if his actions agree with that statement. He works…a lot. So I know that when he does have a couple of waking hours off, he has more on his mind than just me (if me at all).
I don’t know. I think I opened the door to hope and possibilities a little too quickly. Perhaps I need to force it closed again. Uncertainty is a bitch.