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London
I almost didn't come. Heather convinced me and I spent the flight telling her this was a bad idea. More than bad, that he would not want to see me and I should not go. That he would be polite and wish I had not come. That I had stayed home where he would soon enough have to deal with me.
Or maybe that's how I felt about seeing him.
I don't know anymore.
I suppose it is only the time and place, the romance of Europe, the lengthy time without seeing one another, something that is not permanent and will fade as soon as we return home...But for now, he smiled when he saw me.
Took me in his arms and for a moment I was not the bitterness I have become lately, but was instead a young girl. The girl who fell in love with the boy from Jersey with the big hair and bigger voice.
We went to a luncheon today, his arm holding me close to him and for the first time in too long it felt real and I didn't wish it was anothers arm or that I was elsewhere.
I wonder if he did?
I almost didn't come. Heather convinced me and I spent the flight telling her this was a bad idea. More than bad, that he would not want to see me and I should not go. That he would be polite and wish I had not come. That I had stayed home where he would soon enough have to deal with me.
Or maybe that's how I felt about seeing him.
I don't know anymore.
I suppose it is only the time and place, the romance of Europe, the lengthy time without seeing one another, something that is not permanent and will fade as soon as we return home...But for now, he smiled when he saw me.
Took me in his arms and for a moment I was not the bitterness I have become lately, but was instead a young girl. The girl who fell in love with the boy from Jersey with the big hair and bigger voice.
We went to a luncheon today, his arm holding me close to him and for the first time in too long it felt real and I didn't wish it was anothers arm or that I was elsewhere.
I wonder if he did?