Do you believe that love can be rekindled?
I watched my mom wait twenty-six years to be with the person she loved. She said goodbye to him one day, and then found him twenty-five years later, marrying on year twenty-six. Incidentally, at their wedding, I asked one of my friends from school to go with me. My friend Devon and I chased him around the whole time asking if he liked me. Devon would ask him if he'd go out with me, and he'd say no, he wasn't interested in dating. Well, finally, I asked him; would you let me go out with you...just once? And he agreed.
Well, that once turned into half a year, and I really did love being around him. I was never sad, I always smiled. I don't think I ever cried once around him. We spent our time laughing and having fun; walking around town, looking for friends. Talking about nothing. Then one day I told him I was moving back home...because I wanted to be with Ray. And that was the end of it. I went to his house three days before I left, armed with nothing but a hug and an empty promise to visit again in December.
I never went to visit.
A year after I got home, I started dating the abusive boyfriend. Well, I called this guy once that year, just to see how he was doing because I missed him. I found out that year that he was going to go into the Marines, or he had wanted to, and that he had missed the last two months of school because he was sick. I remember telling myself to call him again...but I never did.
After another bad breakup, I found myself searching for his number again. The one I had was disconnected, so I couldn't find him. I finally found his mom, and I called her up, and asked her where he was. Well, I remember a lot of things, but I don't really remember the conversation. We spent time talking, laughing, telling each other how we still felt...but after a few months, nothing happened.
I started dating another guy...wondering if maybe I could be happy finally. Well, he broke my heart...five times...and I realized that I needed to move on. I, once again, called up the boy in California. Well, this time we started talking seriously. I actually got to talk to him nearly every night, and I found out a lot more about him. I found out he never dated again after me. I asked him why and he told me that even after six years, he still loved me and that would never change.
Now here I am, planning to go visit him in January...praying it all goes well, and wondering where he is every night that he isn't on. I find myself worried about him all the time, laughing when he tells me about work, smiling when I see him online. There are some times I wonder if it's meant to be, and then I hear him say "Kitt, it's okay, it will work..." And then I remember why I needed him in my life in the first place. Because sometimes it's your best friend that you fall in love with.
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