Why I Gave Him Another Chance

I’ve always been the girl to jump whole-heartedly into everything I do. I get wildly attached and focused on one thing. Something that is sometimes my downfall. He was the tall, handsome, popular guy at work that I eyed during summer training until that one night I was drinking with friends and I had the courage to go up and say hi. Well our conversation lasted all of 5 minutes before we headed back to our respective groups. I didn’t think anything would happen until, a few weeks later his sister approached me at work and told me to add him on Facebook - I know, a true romance in the making.

 

 After we began talking, we decided to get together to see the local fireworks on May 24. It was fun, it was easy, it was comfortable, but the butterflies were still swarming. We spent the next few weeks hanging out whenever we could. We planned a trip to New York and talked about trying a long distance relationship when I went back to school. That was when I decided to sleep with him - something I did not do very often. Well we had sex, and it was not good. We were in his room, in his fathers’ basement watching Fast and Furious where we moved to the bed. He had lit a candle and made his bed (I swooned at his romantic gestures). Well the sex was not good, there was no foreplay, I was inexperienced and his father upstairs meant we couldn’t even get fully naked incase he came downstairs… That was the last time I talked to him that summer and I was devastated.

 Fast forward, two summers later. I messaged him to ask him what happened that summer and he was apologetic. He told me he wasn’t ready for me - I was too good for him. He told me that he needed to right a wrong and wanted to come visit me before I left to travel for my job. He told me all of the things that every woman wants to hear. I was so nervous. I didn’t want to be hurt again. I kept it very much a secret and didn’t tell very many people that he was coming up because everyone knew what happened a couple years ago.

Well he came up for the weekend. I bought lingerie for the first time, I prepped and slept very little. I was nervous but excited. What if we both changed and we didn’t like each other? What if the sex wasn’t good… he was supposed to stay at my house! I picked him up at the train station and was shaking - thank god my best friend was there for moral support. As soon as I saw him I couldn’t help but smiling. I remembered why I liked him - that gorgeous smile, his body that could make me feel protected just when he was near.

We drove home and started the weekend. The two hour car ride didn’t feel like two hours. We started at a bar where he got jealous that I was being hit on our waiter. Normally, that would drive me crazy but I thought it as cute. We went home and had wonderful sex and I didn’t think it could get better. But we stayed up all night watching movies, talking and of course having sex. After we had sex, he would get dressed and go out for a cigarette and I would join him on the balcony. It was our time to enjoy each other in quiet moments after what had just transgressed. We spent our time exploring new places, I showed him around my city and it was so easy. We had a ridiculous amount of sex, watched a ton of Netflix and relaxing in each others’ company. It was just easy, passionate and exactly what I needed.

Before he came up we stated that we didn’t want a relationship but that seemed to change over the weekend. He extended his trip a day but it did not feel long enough. We both just wanted to spend our time with each other. I dropped him off at the train station and held back the tears. I fell in love with that boy - in one weekend and I had to leave. I was heartbroken as I was about to start the journey of a lifetime.

When I got home he told me he had left me a surprise. Well I found it. It was a love note. He wrote that we would get together in December and if it went well we would start a relationship. I was excited about the future. I could not wait for more weekends like the one we just had. I saw my future with him, one that included tall, beautiful, smiling children that we had already picked out names for.

Well that lasted a month. He stopped texting back. He stopped trying to communicate with me. I started thinking about what happened with us and realized he had been lying to me - his Skype was broken, he was out with the boys, his phone wasn’t sending texts, etc. Well I tried to forget about him and I did until I got the text. It said “Hey, I’m leaving, I’m going to Australia and I won’t see you at Christmas.” I responded to this with a simple “Have fun.” That’s where it ended.

 I’m still a hopeless romantic - I doubt that will ever change. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and I’m happy I had that one last weekend with him. It made me hopeful for the next time that I am swept off my feet. This time maybe, I’ll be just a little bit more cautious. 


By: Elle Paige

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