".....a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of you past...."
Hiraeth
Thursday, January 26, 20173:59 PM
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Two months, It's been two months since I last saw him. He told me the trip would only last a week and a half. "I'm sure it's just a hold up," I'd say to myself. I kept my mind circling around these thoughts as I waited in the air-port.
He called the night before telling me he was going to be here. He promised.
I had tried to contact him after waiting for four hours straight, but he wouldn't answer. I know why now.
He stood me up.
Three days later, I received a phone call from an unknown number. It was him. He told me his mom broke his phone and he had to get a new one.
When I asked you if you were going to be home for thanksgiving and Christmas. You told me, your mom had already made plans. You wouldn't be able to make it to either. I got choked up and before my tears fell, I gave you a cheerful, "okay, that's sounds great. I love you" before I dropped the phone, letting the ring echo across the empty house.....
Before when we were barely friends, you told me your mom was very judgmental, and that was part of the reason you could never settle down. The other was just because you hadn't found the one. I wanted to be the one for for you. The only one at that.
As years past, we got closer, we became great friends. You're mother didn't like me from the moment we met, a one time occurrence. She basically controlled you. Such a mama's boy. I liked that about you. You had me thinking you knew how to respect women. One of your many perks.
Then it happened-I became the one. It seemed so impossible for somone like me, but there I was. Wrapped in your loving embrace, you told me sweet words and gentle praises. You proclaimed you've never met a girl like me- I knew very well that was a lie, but I Accepted it, because to be perfectly honest, I'd never met a boy quit like you....
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