A love story

I had to go. I moved back. He had my number, but he didn’t think I wanted him to call me.

We walked toward each other in the same high school hallway everyday for 2 years. He smiled at me, I smiled at him. We shared a mutual attraction, but never spoke. The summer I moved back to Rochester, I saw him at my cousin’s house. We walked outside together, and stopped by the tree at the edge of the property. Face to face, the attraction we had was tested. We talked for a few minutes, smiled a lot, and then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. It felt like our kiss stopped time.

I walked away, smiling, and excited. I thought for sure he’d call me…

The next twenty years flew by. We both married other people, had children, and got divorced.

His face popped up on Facebook as “someone I might know.”

A message was sent.

An immediate reply was received.

We met, and the feelings we experienced in the hallway, in those smiles, and the kiss that stopped time at the tree, all flooded back in.

I asked him why he didn’t call me when I moved. He told me I intimidated him. He didn’t think I wanted him to call. He wished he had called.

Our story began that day. We dated for two years. We made many great, beautiful memories.

We weren’t who we needed to be, to be together. We didn’t know it then, but we had to become who we are now by being apart.

Our relationship ended. We thought of each other often, but never reached out. The timing was out of our hands.

It was all out of our control.

Six years later, his face popped up online again. Facebook reminded me of one of our memories: Thanksgiving placemats our kids made out of their handprints and beans. I showed my daughter the memory placemats, and she strongly encouraged me to send him a message…

A message was sent.

An immediate reply was received.

We met, and the feelings we experienced in the hallway, in those smiles, the kiss that stopped time at the tree, all flooded back in.

It was time.

We became who we need to be. We’ve both healed, and unpacked our baggage. We have longed for the connection and the love that began way back to when.

Our love found it’s way back

… together.

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