I came back to town after that trip very refreshed and hopeful for my future. I had some messages from Don on my answering machine, but I deleted them. I wasn't interested in my life being the same as it was before I left.
I just knew there was someone out there for me. I had a feeling that he wasn't in my town, but he would be coming for me sometime.
I was still going to college part-time and working full-time. Things were going pretty well except for the occasional phone call and/or visit from Don.
I probably should have continued in counseling, but I didn't see how it would do any good. I went a few times early on, and I didn't feel that the counselor really cared too much for what happened with me... I felt that I was just another $70 visit.
So, deep inside of me, there were these gaping wounds that I was covering up. I tried to ignore them, but as you know, they never really go away. Yes, sometimes they are healed, but the scars remain, even if they are faded.
My sister and brother-in-law came over for dinner on April 12th. He put some mini-blinds up in my apartment for me, and I made dinner for them. We talked about my life and what had changed. I told them that I thought I would be fine without anyone special in my life. I was getting used to being alone, and it wasn't so bad.
Two days later, I met him.
I went to church that morning, and there was this really good-looking guy sitting next to my parents. So, I went over and introduced myself to him. I am usually not that bold, and I couldn't really believe I did it!
We didn't talk again until that night, but it was the day that changed both of our lives.
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