Into the Sunset

chapter 1

Finally, the weekend is here. I have a few options for this Friday evening, but maybe I'll just stay home and do some work. It has been a very tough week for me with work and a recent breakup with a guy whom I thought Was... "thee one" Walking into that pub with my girlfriends to see the guy I love kissing some chick was a huge slap in the face. I'm not one to make a scene, so I shoot a short video of them and leave.
Huh! I don't get men; when they are caught red-handed, they all say the same thing: "It's not what it looks like" or "It's not what you think." That was what Andrew said when I told him I wanted to break up with him. I just said it over dinner after dessert.
- Hey, Babe!
- Hmm...
- Let's break up.
- What? Why?
- Really? WTF!
So I pull my phone out and show him the video. He turns pale and doesn't know what to say for two seconds, then those famous words come out.
It's not what you think!
- No Shit! Look, let's not argue, OK. It was nice knowing you while it lasted. Please leave.
- Babe, let me explain.
- Explain what? How your tongue was down her throat? Look, please don't insult my intelligence; I lost all the respect I had for you; don't let me despise you.
I turn around and go to my room, and on the way I say
- Don't let the door hit you on your way out.
I shake my head to come back to the now, after two months of crying and reminiscing.
Why is it so hard for people to be honest and not lie?
I take a deep breath and say,
"Home it is." Not really in the best of moods to go out, I send my friends a message to let them know I wouldn't be coming and took a shower, put my favorite sweats and T-shirt on, and went up to my attic that I turned into a studio. Every time I come up here, I get a sense of calmness. I put Beth Heart 'Id rather go blind' on; and dive into creating something new. Next thing I know, it's already 4 a.m. I smile because I like what I see so far, and I feel better. I head down to my room, wash my hands, brush my teeth, and hit the sack. I have to meet up with my bestie in a few hours for some girl time.

I just got a message. I look at my phone, and I get a smile on my face. My group is riding tomorrow, and I miss riding my iron. My Harley is the only thing that can give me a thrill and a sense of well-being. My best friend looks at me and says,
- Let me guess that message has to do with motorcycles.
I gap at her.
- How did you know?
- Well, the only time I see this look on your face is when bikes are involved.
- Haha, you sure know me well.
- Well, I should; besides being a psychologist, we've been best friends since we were 3, so yeah, I should know you well. and she winks at me.
- Seriously though, how are you after the Andrew episode?
I stop smiling and start playing with my coffee mug.
- I feel really hurt; I cried a lot, but I figured it's time to move on, but I'm not into relationships anymore. I'm done. I mean, how do I know that the next one won't hurt me?
- Sweetie I know you have trust issues considering your past relationships, but...
- No, no buts, not now. I just get angry. When I think about it, I put my whole self into a relationship for what? to be hurt and cheated on at the end? Yeah, no thanks, I'm done.
- The right one will come along, and when he does, you will know. He will treat you like a queen and will never hurt you, you'll see.
- Yeah, yeah, they always say that they are different and they won't hurt me, blah blah blah.
- He's out there; you just haven't met him yet.
- Whatever, what do you want to do next?
- Fine, change the subject. How about we hit the spa for some pampering, my treat?

Man, I love this girl. We are so different, yet we are unseparable.

After feeling relaxed and pampered, I tidy up my room, put some sweats on, and go check on my bike to get it ready for tomorrow's ride.