I spent the 6 months after she left missing her. I couldn't miss her forever though. She haunted my waking moments. I kept hearing her, and turning round and expecting her to be there.
I was broken by her departure. I can't hide that fact. She had run away from me, from everyone in Chicago who had cared about her, and she hadn't even said goodbye.
I wondered every day why she had taken such a dramatic course of action. I knew she'd cheated me. I knew that went against everything she was raised to believe in. Surely, that wasn't enough to make her leave. Here, she had a life. She had a job. She had friends. Surely that should have been enough to make her stay. What did she have anywhere else?
The reality that she wasn't coming back sunk in very slowly. I returned to normal, life carried on. And just as I did, as I was beginning to feel again, Laura started at work.
I will admit she was difficult to take your eyes off. The honey blonde hair, clear blue eyes and figure to die for were an attractive and potent combination. Of course, I was interested in her.
She made it pretty clear she was interested in me too. She began to a military, strategic campaign of flirting. And slowly but surely, she wore me down. My defences not being what they once were.
She was the antithesis of my lover before her. She was bubbly, she was loud, she was energetic, she was uncomplicated. She was light where formerly I'd had dark. I needed that. I needed her.
By the time we kissed, my attention was fully on her. My feelings were for her. She'd turned me around at a time I'd needed it most. I didn't get into the relationship for the sake of it, I genuinely did feel for her. I loved her. Whether she believes it or not.
I was broken by her departure. I can't hide that fact. She had run away from me, from everyone in Chicago who had cared about her, and she hadn't even said goodbye.
I wondered every day why she had taken such a dramatic course of action. I knew she'd cheated me. I knew that went against everything she was raised to believe in. Surely, that wasn't enough to make her leave. Here, she had a life. She had a job. She had friends. Surely that should have been enough to make her stay. What did she have anywhere else?
The reality that she wasn't coming back sunk in very slowly. I returned to normal, life carried on. And just as I did, as I was beginning to feel again, Laura started at work.
I will admit she was difficult to take your eyes off. The honey blonde hair, clear blue eyes and figure to die for were an attractive and potent combination. Of course, I was interested in her.
She made it pretty clear she was interested in me too. She began to a military, strategic campaign of flirting. And slowly but surely, she wore me down. My defences not being what they once were.
She was the antithesis of my lover before her. She was bubbly, she was loud, she was energetic, she was uncomplicated. She was light where formerly I'd had dark. I needed that. I needed her.
By the time we kissed, my attention was fully on her. My feelings were for her. She'd turned me around at a time I'd needed it most. I didn't get into the relationship for the sake of it, I genuinely did feel for her. I loved her. Whether she believes it or not.