Chapter 3: Just Like In The Old Times

"I have to go"

"It's raining. Wanna a ride?"

"No, thanks. I want to take the rain"

"Ok"

"See you"

And then I left in the rain. It felt so good taking it, that I didn't want anything else. And I found myself lying in the grass. He passed by me distracted, probably must be thinking about the moments we just had, and he looks at me and makes a scary face.

"What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the moment"

"Are you insane?"

"I don't know. Maybe I am. But so what? You should come. It's really nice"

"Oh, I don't know"

"C'mon" – I said, pushing his sweater.

He falls over me and we both feel ashamed.

"Better get off you"

"I think so too" – I said, hesitant

"You're right. It's great"

"See, told you"

When I looked him and saw the way he looked to the sky, gave me a wish to kiss him. It looked like I was a teenager again. No, it reminded me of the time we used to date.

"Those were great times"

"What?"

"That we used to date. In the beginning, because later…"

"Yeah"

"It was the first time I really loved someone. I couldn't love someone with the same intensity I loved you again"

"Abby…"

"All the good memories are still kept in my heart"

"I keep them too. But we still can have that. I know you want to"

My breath got heavy and even more when his face was a few centimeters away from mine and, with each second that passed, we came a little close to each other. I tried to move, but I was petrified. I didn't want to move. I just wanted to stay there, next to the man I always loved in these 3 years. I wanted him to own me. The way only him can do. And we kissed. He started to unbutton my shirt and I started to do it on his. But, suddenly, I realized what I was doing. I was letting him go back to my life. I promised myself I wouldn't. But it's just it felt so good with him by my side, so protective. All I wanted was being able to call him mine. I wanted to be able to finally say to Emma that he's her father. I wanted to be able to have a real family, anyway. But all I wanted in the first place was to be sure that he feels the same, to be able to kiss him without having to be worried.

"Let's go home" – I said, pushing him and then buttoning my blouse.

"But what about Emma?"

"Oh yeah! I forgot about her. I'll check with Susan if she can take care of her" – I dialed the numbers – "Hey, it's me. Listen, can you take care of Emma tonight?"

"Sure, bring her. So you got a date?"

"Yeah, if you can call it a date"

"And won't you tell me?"

"Later. I gotta go"

"Abby… ok, fine"

"Sorry…" – And I hung up – "Susan is gonna take care of Emma and we can continue from where we stopped" – I smiled.

"I'm not so sure"

Suddenly, I felt empty. He was the one who kissed me. He came to find me and said all those things about true love.

"I'm sorry. I think this wasn't a good idea"

I must say that I got disappointed, but relieved. I didn't want to tell my daughter that her father and I got back together and then have to go through the pain of watching him leave again e share it with her this time.

"I just… felt that it was right. I thought that…"

"…We could work things out? It's not that simple, Abby. Things changed. You have a daughter now and I just lost a son"

"I know. But I was convinced that you haven't changed. Now I know I was wrong. I just… I just thought you loved me"

"And I do"

"Then why don't give another chance?"

"It's too complicated. I don't want to go through this again"

"And you think I do? You have no idea how much I cried when I received that letter"

"That made me woke up. Those people needed me. And you didn't"

"Right. Then go back to them and never come back here"

And then I left. I tried to handle but it was hard to accept that he had changed so much. Before he wouldn't hesitate and now he doesn't know what to do. But it's better off this way. And I cried. I cried like a teenager in love.