It Felt Like Coming Home

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Elaine

For the first time in a long time, everything felt right again.

I basked in the tightness of his embrace. It was a place I haven't been to in a while. This whole time I've been wandering aimlessly, all I knew then was that I didn't want to see him. It would be too much, too soon for me. I was still hurting and I knew the sight of him wouldn't be good for my getting over him. Then I couldn't take it anymore.

Avoiding him when we were still connected because of our friends turned out to be a real job. There was a hunger in me, the need to see him. It was already too long since I last saw him, and even though I had every piece of him memorized, I needed to see the real thing.

And then I proposed to be friends-which wasn't what I really wanted, but felt like the only way I could still keep him as a major player in my life. Being just friends with the love of my life was a real struggle.

And now there was this. He still cares for me the same way he used to when we were still together. He was struggling, like I am. He's scared of losing me again. I didn't know it then but I could feel it now. He still loves me.

It felt like coming home.

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