Rebound Lover
I could hear just a hint of it in her voice last Sunday. As we sped up 31 with our husbands talking in the front seat, I told Frances that we'd be gone for a few days, that we were headed back to Georgia for a short vacation.
"Oh. So, did you like it there?"
Go ahead and go for a few days. But don't get any ideas in your head about staying. Don't forget what you have here.
I was so excited to start a relationship with him. It was all hopes and dreams mixed in with fear of the unknown. I had no idea he would turn out to be such a cruel heartbreaker. The end itself was almost too much, surreal at its core, with a denied reality that would have been too painful to deal with all at once. But the worst was being around him even after it was over. To constantly have to face him. Like being beat up over and over again. New scar tissue ripped open from yet another encounter.
And then I found you. From seemingly nowhere, you reached out this hand to me and pulled me to my feet, helped me brush the dust off. There's this connection with us that goes without saying because we've travelled such a similar road, you and me. Somebody broke your heart and left you for dead and all you'd really given was love. You invited and I accepted and you swept me off to a secluded place and told me I was loved and valued and had something beautiful to offer. You made me into a truer me. I am yours now. Not because you're pleading with me to stay. Not because I have to. But because I love your easy-going way. Because your love is so innocent at its core. It is basic and simple and strong. And asks for so little in return.
I didn't come here this week with any expectation of running into him. I really just wanted a chance to relax. But he's here. A new him that's gone through some sort of rehab that weeded out all the lies and the hate. What's left is a new sort of heartbreaker: what if...
I see glimpses of what we could have been. The laughter and the love and the comaraderie. The team that could have moved mountains. It makes me ache inside because I think we could have been such a good fit, you and me. You have all the glitz and the glamour, the fast pace and lights. I want to be with you again. To try out this new beginning you've made for yourself. You are now what you were supposed to be then.
But I belong to another. One that deserves to be so much more than just a rebound lover. These few, precious days we have will be bittersweet, teetering between the laughter and tears as we rediscover each other and both wonder without words. And when it's over, I'll walk away, back into the strong arms at the other end of this love affair.
"Oh. So, did you like it there?"
Go ahead and go for a few days. But don't get any ideas in your head about staying. Don't forget what you have here.
I was so excited to start a relationship with him. It was all hopes and dreams mixed in with fear of the unknown. I had no idea he would turn out to be such a cruel heartbreaker. The end itself was almost too much, surreal at its core, with a denied reality that would have been too painful to deal with all at once. But the worst was being around him even after it was over. To constantly have to face him. Like being beat up over and over again. New scar tissue ripped open from yet another encounter.
And then I found you. From seemingly nowhere, you reached out this hand to me and pulled me to my feet, helped me brush the dust off. There's this connection with us that goes without saying because we've travelled such a similar road, you and me. Somebody broke your heart and left you for dead and all you'd really given was love. You invited and I accepted and you swept me off to a secluded place and told me I was loved and valued and had something beautiful to offer. You made me into a truer me. I am yours now. Not because you're pleading with me to stay. Not because I have to. But because I love your easy-going way. Because your love is so innocent at its core. It is basic and simple and strong. And asks for so little in return.
I didn't come here this week with any expectation of running into him. I really just wanted a chance to relax. But he's here. A new him that's gone through some sort of rehab that weeded out all the lies and the hate. What's left is a new sort of heartbreaker: what if...
I see glimpses of what we could have been. The laughter and the love and the comaraderie. The team that could have moved mountains. It makes me ache inside because I think we could have been such a good fit, you and me. You have all the glitz and the glamour, the fast pace and lights. I want to be with you again. To try out this new beginning you've made for yourself. You are now what you were supposed to be then.
But I belong to another. One that deserves to be so much more than just a rebound lover. These few, precious days we have will be bittersweet, teetering between the laughter and tears as we rediscover each other and both wonder without words. And when it's over, I'll walk away, back into the strong arms at the other end of this love affair.
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