There is something so appealing about unfamiliar turf. I
mean, of course, I’ve thought guys were cute before; and the truth is, I
thought I was in love once… but I’d never go sprinting back for seconds. That is until
the most recent romance blossomed. He decided to take a chance on me.
Wasn’t long until we held hands, kissed, shared stories, and
even some personal details about ourselves and our lives. I remember him
pleating me into his arms, burrowing his face in my neck, and every hair
standing on end. My heart quickstepped. He wanted to kiss me. That scared me. I
was scared because my emotions were growing ever-so-rapidly.
Upon leaving, I kissed him like I might never see him again.
Maybe that’s because always, in the back of my mind, I realize that’s a
distinct possibility. The connection wasn’t just about the delicious
electricity coursing through my veins. It was all about love.
I couldn’t believe how much I missed him minutes after we
separated. He was all I could think about. All day, the only clear picture was
his face. The only sound I wanted to hear, his soft hello. Unrehearsed words tumbled out of my mouth frequently, but
this isn’t anything new. He always says the right things. Maybe he should be a
politician. I suspected he might be the right person the first night we met. He
was so sure of himself, his beliefs. He didn’t let me sway him. I loved his
self-confidence. His obvious loyalty.
The first time I kissed him, I felt like a bride on her
wedding night. One kiss, I was totally hooked. I’d follow him across the
Universe if I had to. We were connected by an invisible chain. It was very
long, very light; but also very strong. It can’t rust. It can’t break. The only
thing that could sever it would be if he stopped loving me.
When it comes to dating, the beginners rules say to watch
the other players, learn how they “tell.” In other words, read their body
language. You can see what they’ve got in their eyes. Appearances can be
deceptive. If I had tumbled for every handsome boy who looked my way, I shudder
to think where I might be today! For once in my life, I thought I had won.
The family even became involved. Rather than me having to
confess to something this special, my mother saved me the trouble. She needed
to know every detail about this new “boyfriend.” I suppose you could call him
that. Once the cat had halfway escaped from the bag, she wanted to know all. “Come
tell me more. Who is he? Is he cute? How old is he? Does he go to school?” She
grills me all the way through, and I think I became happier every time his name
crossed my lips.
I try to soak up these emotions. Sponge them up, absorb them
through my skin, into my flesh, so they’ll always live inside of me. But
nothing is static. If I’ve learned anything at all in twenty-one years, it’s
that things change. What you feel bad about one day can turn around like that.
Same goes for the things you care about. If love has no more meaning than that,
I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its
scars.
Heart bruised, eyes swollen almost shut from crying, no way
can I live like this. Part of me doesn’t want to see him. I’m not much good at
good-byes. But the bigger part wants to hold him. I feel the need to see him. Right away. Even
looking the way I do.
I’m shaking. There are tears in my eyes. He likes me. I love
him. Would he decide to stay if I tried
coercion instead of a simple plea? I wish we could begin a slow mutual
exploration. As we learn together, the fears would fall away. Sheer exhilaration—like
standing on the very edge of a cliff, with the wind of your face. We could go
anywhere and go home richer than when we arrived. Couldn’t we? …Couldn’t we?
People come. People go. Although in Utah, people mostly
stay; just not the right people. But worrying over it won’t help anyone.
Especially not me. I need to go with the
flow. I need to not make waves, not buck the current. Trying to fly well below
the radar has never been my strong suit.
If someone had written this about me, I would be flattered beyond measure and date them instantly. Whoever this piece is written about is clearly an idiot. You have guys lined up, Kayli. Don't get yourself down. You deserve better.
ReplyDeleteYou are so gifted, so smart, so beautiful, and so in love. I'm sorry for your heartache. You will find someone who relieves that aching, not somebody who creates it. Love you Kaybabe.
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Every time I read your blog I'm blown away. You really have a a talent in writing. This is so sad but poetic. I'm sorry things didn't work out. But, I'm with whoever wrote the first comment you deserve better.
ReplyDeleteWhile I appreciate all of your kind comments, I have to disagree. He is a good person. It's not about "deserving better," because, in fact, he treated and still treats me very well. The friendship remains, and I am so glad that it does.
ReplyDeleteKayli: You deserve so much better than Sam. You are beautiful, talented, and much too fun for him. I'm lining you up asap!
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