A Love Lost? - Page 3
Up until Christmas, we were “the” couple. I lost twenty pounds during our relationship, acquired the presidency of a club at my college, brought up my GPA, and was head over heels in love. He took care of me after I suffered a Grade Two Concussion that still, to this day, leaves me with short-term memory loss; loved me despite horrible scarring on both legs that was slowly getting better; and let me see other people on the side. I will be honest: I was very self-conscious. When I lost weight, some of my self confidence came back but I still had these scars from a skin infection that will require Fraxel Scar Removal. While it could have been worse, the fact that I was self-conscious hindered a relationship with a wonderful man. I was afraid that he would find someone with perfect skin and I became needy. I was patient in my own way, but, I had the hardest time letting him go a day without talking. Some weeks were better than others. But, it always came back to bite us.
On Christmas Eve, I gave him the ultimatum to change or I was leaving. I ended up leaving. However, I had two bus tickets that were a month’s salary at my job so, I was not wasting those. I will admit to begging and pleading, but, he agreed to let me spend ten days with him. I had three contacts in case I needed one to come get me and was so nervous before.
We made a lot of fond memories in our relationship and some very romantic memories during those ten days. I remember, when he dropped me off at the bus stop, he waited with me for nearly thirty minutes in his car, cuddling.
“I’ll miss you,” he told me. I don’t know how, but, I fought back the tears.
“It’s so surreal. I love you so much, baby,” I told him. In fact, it was surreal.
Could this be my fairytale ending?
After a week of talking and getting along, things were looking up. That is, until Sunday, when we had a massive fight over Valentine’s Day. I have no clue why, but, I had not heard from him in three days and the suspense was getting to me. Pre-Valentine’s marketing, the stress of what I should do and expect from him, where the relationship was going led me to call him twenty times, talk, try again until he hung up on me, then sob in the bathtub smoking with a friend on the phone who finally calmed me down. Needless to say, I called again, until he picked up and listened, yelled, screamed, and told him what was on my mind. The next day, we had a pleasant conversation. Then, last night, it came out.