I stayed around, preventing you from moving on by leaving you with mixed signals that kept alive the hope that we could be something. Maybe you told yourself it wasn’t the right time for us or that I would be yours when I finally realized he was no good for me. I always went back to him all while refusing to give you up.
You see, eventually, he will show you the real him. It will come in layers, as though you’re peeling an onion. The first layer was so beautiful, so surreal. The second, a little imperfect, but you were in it for the long haul. And the third, unimaginable.
Determining what you want out of life is by far one of the most difficult tasks to accomplish. It comes with responsibility and a willingness to put yourself out there. Even more than that, it comes with the opportunity to get hurt.
It was you when we first kissed in my parent’s yard – in front of the house I grew up in. I was so nervous! But it was great – I should have known it would be.
The battle of the Great Northeast continues unabated and there is no end in sight.