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So this is how it ends
This is where it all goes down
This is what “I don’t love you” feels like
It ain’t the middle of the night
And it ain’t even raining outside
It ain’t exactly what I had in mind
At a red light in the sunshine
On a Sunday
Nothin’ to say
Don’t even try
It’s been exactly – yes, even down to the minute – five days since everything happened. I haven’t had much time to just sit down and think about what’s happened. Well, I have thought about it, but not on my own. I have been reminded about our relationship at red lights, while getting into my car, while watching a YouTube video about a father-daughter duo, and even at what was once my haven – the baseball stadium.
But want to know the worst part?
Feelings change. Memories don’t.
June 2010 – I open the door and she turns from her brother to look at me. At first her eyes are wide because who would enter her home without even knocking? Not even my Bella (mom) would do that. Then her eyes softened. . .even smiled. . .when she saw me. I only stopped by to make sure she knew which medicine she was suppose to take since my Tia had left the day before. I check the bottle in her hand and tell her I’ll get going. . .then she opens her arms for the first time without me initiating it. . .and hugs me.
January 2006 – I’m sitting on the ground next to the lockers looking out at the courtyard as rain pours before a doubleheader varsity soccer game at my high school. Everyone always goes to buy food from good ol’ McDonald’s or BK before games. The girls are on the other side of the courtyard and I just don’t feel like taking the long walk to the other side. He comes walking up and stoops down to my level. We talk about the rain. We talk about how I’m quiet. We talk about who is better at soccer. He gets up to leave so that he can go grab food before the game. I watch him walk away with that light as air pace.
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Lonely. I’ve come to pay a visit to you, Ash. Well, since the soldier and you broke up.
What do I bring?
An empty side of the bed.
No “Good morning, nina” texts.
No one to share that good news with anymore.
A vase of dying Gerber Daisies that you want to ignore.
Tears that will fall in the middle of your day regardless of who’s around.
Oh, I’m here to stay for awhile, too.
As soon as the soldier walked out my door this afternoon, loneliness tapped at my bedroom window and here it is. I’m not going to give every detail of what happened between the solder and I, but just know that when people are in love. . .people shouldn’t treat one another the way we did. We did have some moments when we could see the end. . .that happily ever after kind of end. . .but, we just couldn’t do it.
It is 4 am on Valentine’s Day and I am faced with the ending credits of “P.S. I Love You” and a silver bowl smeared with chocolate with a few kernels of popcorn at the bottom. The Starbucks Mocha Frappuccino carton is empty and sitting in my sink. I am depressed about Valentine’s Day. I never thought it was going to happen. Right after Christmas my favorite holiday is Valentine’s Day. I am addicted to the insane amount of red and pink at every store I walk into. . .even the gas station with its little display of an 8-count box in the shape of heart with chocolate. I love the absolutely ridiculous balloons with frogs declaring their love in big, bright letters. I enjoy the romantic movie marathons on every channel with the women between 18-40 demographic. . .except for today.
And, here I am again. . .just shy of 4 a.m. and I can’t go back to sleep. It probably doesn’t help the soldier just left in the rain.
It was nothing short of an amazing 72 hours. Friday was rewarding. Saturday was relaxing. Sunday was another milestone for the soldier and me.
Et l’amour où tout est facile,
Où tout est donné dans l’instant;
Il existe au milieu du temps
La possibilité d’une île.
Carla Bruni makes love seem easy.
The soldier came in on Friday night (a week before my 22nd) to spend his four day weekend with me. After a not so smooth Friday night – we got lost in Orlando 2 or 3 times with Bri and Des – and a Saturday morning full of, well, one of those quick summer showers in a relationship, we decided to head to my favorite bar Tampa, Ybor Cigars Plus.
I’m not a a cigar girl, primarily because I just can’t smoke without coughing for a few days after, but I love this little piece of heaven. It has bar stools along the bar, a few tables and a bar table along the far wall. There’s a small dance floor, but when do Latinos actually need a designated area to dance? There’s a stage where live music is played on Fridays and Saturdays throughout the night depending on the weekend. I usually make it there around 11 p.m. and stay a bit past 1 a.m. and depending on how people feel it will either be a few couples or a small group or two. . .or packed back to back. Regardless of how busy it is. . .it is part of my heaven with how intoxicating the cigar smoke is and with Presidente beer and mojitos I adore.
Well, the soldier and I headed out last night after an exhausting day and to be completely honest. . .after having the kind of relationship where we always had to worry about the future regardless of how much we wanted to live in the “now,” these nights that are making me fall in love with this guy all over again. Last night we laughed, dance (thanks to one of the veteranos at the bar whom always makes me get up and dance) and found peace in the middle of a bar with strangers who became friends for the night.