From January of 2012 to April of 2012 there wasn’t a single
day he didn’t call me three times a day. Not a single day he missed a call. And
there were a million texts in between.
If I was sick, he was there, if he was sick, I was there. He
had surgery on his hand during that point, and asked me to pick him up and take him home. I will never forget how adorable he looked -- even if I never told him so. There he was, in his little hospital gown and socks, with the cap still on his head, all dazed and confused. When I got there, he said (as if he were surprised), "There she is!" I got him in the car, took him to pick up his medication, got him something to eat and kept smacking his hand away as he toyed with my hair the entire ride home. He still would not cease with the picking at me like a little kid. But, he did make me laugh....often to the point of tears. I took him home and told him I would check on him later, because I had to leave -- I went back to work. And, of course, I checked on him later. I worried about him. And that has never changed either, not for three full years.
He always reciprocated, though. Each time that I was sick and needed medicine…he was there too. And he never asked anyone else for help, never reached out...but with me, it seemed different.
We suddenly became tight; the best of friends. I would take him to get his car fixed, I would drop him off, pick him up and we would just hang out three or four times a week. We became (suddenly) inseparable. People began to tease us and accuse us of being attached at the hip. And the truth is, we were. Wherever he was, I was…and visa versa. Everything just began to click. We did NOTHING without the other. We went hiking, we went everywhere together. And even when we weren’t together, we were talking and texting all the time. The separate you and I, started to become “us” -- long before either of us wanted to admit it.
We would have the dumbest and most random conversations. One night, he texted me that he didn't think I had knees, because he had never seen them. So, to be a smart ass, I took a picture of my knees, which I sent to him, and I, like a dumbass, posted it on Facebook, as his "trophy" because he "won" and made me take a random photo of my knees.
Of course, that wasn't the only thing about me he began posting at that point -- our text conversations, our check ins....he would always ask me, no matter where we were at the time if I had "checked us in" -- his cell phone never did have good coverage -- so I always did.
And even though other people outside kept interfering, even
though there was massive drama from a bunch of immature asshats, we found our
way back to the other all the time.
And yes, you know who you are, and you should be utterly ASHAMED of yourselves, for your behavior. But, you should also know that despite it all, it changed nothing between him and me at the end of the day. Nor will it ever.
And yes, you know who you are, and you should be utterly ASHAMED of yourselves, for your behavior. But, you should also know that despite it all, it changed nothing between him and me at the end of the day. Nor will it ever.
We had enough problems on our own at the time; our own challenging waters to navigate, and those on the outside were only making things more challenging. For instance, I would go to his home and see
birthday decorations from the year prior for some ridiculous bimbo still put up. I remember how hard I rolled my eyes that night; how utterly disgusted I was. I remember how seeing them hanging there drove me insane every time we were watching movies or grilling. I also remember the night that I
tore them down. And, I remember him dying of laughter as I became (what he called) "Hurricane Sauna", ranting around the house as I yanked down each streamer and (with pride) and put them in the trash.
The only thing I left up was one single red light bulb, the beads on a light fixture and what I dubbed "the slut tape" outside; this ridiculous gold bullshit. And I remember telling him one night that I wasn't going to change it, out of spite. Of course, he said he wasn't going to change it as long as it worked, because he didn't want to spend money to replace it, so he'd just wait for the light bulb to burn out -- cheap ass. And he didn't give a rat's ass about the beads. And the slut tape? Well, it made for a great wasps nest. Interesting how creatures of destruction would be so drawn to the slut tape....but that's another story for another day.
And I swear to God, that damn lightbulb mocked me for over a year, because it simply wouldn't die.
Yet, aside from the bulb, he began to dispose of other things that irked me, because he knew it made me nuts -- all on his own. Things he put away so I would be happy. People that (he already knew were bad for him) started to fall by the wayside -- at least a little. Things began to change.
The only thing I left up was one single red light bulb, the beads on a light fixture and what I dubbed "the slut tape" outside; this ridiculous gold bullshit. And I remember telling him one night that I wasn't going to change it, out of spite. Of course, he said he wasn't going to change it as long as it worked, because he didn't want to spend money to replace it, so he'd just wait for the light bulb to burn out -- cheap ass. And he didn't give a rat's ass about the beads. And the slut tape? Well, it made for a great wasps nest. Interesting how creatures of destruction would be so drawn to the slut tape....but that's another story for another day.
And I swear to God, that damn lightbulb mocked me for over a year, because it simply wouldn't die.
Yet, aside from the bulb, he began to dispose of other things that irked me, because he knew it made me nuts -- all on his own. Things he put away so I would be happy. People that (he already knew were bad for him) started to fall by the wayside -- at least a little. Things began to change.
This was the time we would be together and then jump in the
car the next day and explore the world. We went everywhere. We went nowhere. We
wasted gas and time, but we sat in the car for hours…just talking. And we spoke
about everything. We talked about fears, challenges, changes, failures, success…and
everything else.
We spent hours discovering places we had never been to
before. We picked out cottages and houses where we want to live as we grow old
one day. We went to mini Stone Henge. We ate on the river. It was glorious.
There are a thousand places we went and found that we
discovered together for the first time; places he grabbed me to start dancing with
me in the middle of nowhere or places where he would just lean over and kiss me
that no one will ever know but us.
There are drives at midnight where it was raining and we
were listening to a CD he made for me where he pulled off the road just to kiss
me as I was leaning on his shoulder, half asleep from being out all day.
There a million stupid arguments that ended in me siting on
the end of his worn out couch, stroking his face, waking him up and him leaning
in to kiss me. Nights he yelled at me for one stupid reason or another, and me sitting on the porch in the
backyard where he would come down and kiss me passionately. Calls in September,
where he said things like, “I’m in Las Vegas with my son, and I can’t think
about anything other than you. This has never happened to me before. When can I
see you again?”
Through it all there were calls he never had to
make, but he did…to me…calls he won’t make to anyone else. There were things I said, and calls I made that I wouldn't make to anyone other than him. For what reasons I
don’t know, but that’s the God’s honest. I guess sometimes two souls meet and
just click.
When it matters, men go to the women they love, not the
women they lust. But, of course, there's more....
And for that, you will need to read Part 3.
And for that, you will need to read Part 3.
I am with some one we parted company 30 years ago.We became roomies when i move to Naples to be near her. She told me immediately we would NEVER be an item, s
ReplyDeleteShe had a boyfriend.
But that look, into each others eye, started. you know the one that says more
that the whole book War and Peace in one glance.
Tonight she exhaled....her guard was retired, and i made her happy, just being with her...
SZ I am so happy for you.