- Ok, so i'm sorry it's been such a long time since updating. College and mid-terms take up all my free time lately. So, here is Chapter 3!! Enjoy! Comment and reviews would be awesome! -
Reba read his last comment and the tears poured freely now. What does he mean? She thought to herself. Does he miss our marriage? No…he couldn't so much time has passed and so many things have happened? But…what if he does? Do I miss him? Maybe he means something else. I better answer. She started typing, "What do you mean Brock." A frustrated look ran across Brocks face. "I mean exactly what I said Reba…I miss you. I miss the way we used to talk. You're the only person on this earth that knows everything about me. I miss that connection. Our friendship was the foundation of everything for me and it's been hard without that." Brock couldn't believe all of that just poured out of him with no effort. He was so sure of his words that he had no hesitation hitting enter on the keyboard. Reba wanted to be shocked, but deep down she kind of knew he felt that way. The greater question was if she could admit that she missed him too. She thought about it for a moment. I guess I miss him. Even though our marriage fell apart, losing his companionship hurt most. Yea…I do wish I had someone like Brock to talk to these days. No one could help me through emotions like he could. Should I tell him? Reba snapped out of her thoughts and typed. "I miss you too Brock. You're right, our friendship was deep and good. You know the real me better than anyone too."
Brock smiled to himself. I knew she missed me he thought. His mind went back to some of the best times when they would just talk. It was an almost nightly ritual when they were married. Both would get ready for bed and wind down at the end of the day. She would be reading a book and he was finishing paperwork from the office. Reba would shut her book and Brock would take that as a cue to stop his paperwork. Reba would slide her slender frame under the covers and wait for Brock to join her. Reba would lay her head on Brock's chest and wrap her arm around his waist. He would gently run his fingers thru her fiery red hair. Then they would just talk about anything. How there days went, what was on their minds, and of course the kids. It was one of his favorite parts about their marriage. Ending the day holding the woman he loved and speaking from his heart. They would talk till they both fell asleep. Towards the end of their marriage they slowly stopped spending that precious time talking and things only went south from there. Brock got lost in his thoughts about that time, but what he didn't know was that a few houses down Reba was having the same flashback. Her mind reverted back to the nights in bed holding each other. She could tell him anything when they were safely secluded in the comfort of their bedroom. Now she spent the nights alone with no one to talk to.
Brock typed, "Sorry it took so long I just got to thinking about things. Do you remember our nights of just laying there talking to each other? Seems to me like that was better than any therapy." Reba couldn't believe he was thinking the same thoughts as her. It made her realize how much in tune with each other they still were. "Yea I do remember. It may seem strange, but I was just thinking the same thing. That used to be my favorite part of the day when it was finally just you and I." Brock replied, "You know Reba our marriage may be over, but what is stopping us from building back up that friendship we had? I mean we are still friends now, but why can't we get back that casual closeness we had?" "Oh I don't know Brock. I guess it's the possibility it could complicate things and I don't need anymore drama in my life. I think I'm passed most of the hurt and resentment, but it scares me a little to get that close again." Reba typed. Brock saddened, "I understand all of that, but I think a lot of things in this family have changed. Can't we just slowly try to get closer? I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable Reba, it's just I really do miss you and our friendship is just an aspect of my life I would like to get back."
"I don't know Brock. This is a lot to think about. My heart says yes, but my mind is putting up red flags. It just seems like everything is finally going smoothly I don't want to jeopardize that." Brock stopped to think of a way to help Reba open up. He thought hard and then all of a sudden it hit him…the computer. "Look Reba, I have an idea, it's a bit different, but hear me out ok?" Reba decided it was worth at least hearing. "Ok Brock, what?"