Goodbye at Mid September

What Happened on Sunday

What Happened On Sunday

Part One

By Katherine DeWitt Bukater

I was Diane Reed. I was that girl who lived most of her life in the orphanage, waiting for someone to pick me up. I was that girl sitting on the swings with her two best friends—Anna and Steven.

I was that girl who longed for adventure and freedom and family.

I’m still Diane Reed—the one who’d wanted Steven by my side forever.

But I am also Country. I’m still her—the one who waited and wanted Bryan Albright to spend the rest of what life there was with me.

 

 

 

I didn’t know if it was right or wrong. I just knew I wanted it. I just knew I wanted him. And I’ve never wanted something like this before. This was burning passion and desperation and longing and…everything.

 

I spent time with him and I loved him for every minute we had. I know that Steven will always be good for me. He’d always been good to me and I have to doubt that in years to come that will never change.

But I wanted to be the Diane Reed who was called Country by a man she knew as City. That girl still lives in me. So I knew that Bryan is still in me.

I couldn’t quite tell before if I loved Bryan. I mean, we spent a day together. It’s not good enough reason to tell yourself you loved him, right?

But I waited. So shortly, I waited.

And knowing now that he did, too…in some way, I knew that he did wait for me too; I just feel that connection again.

I feel the spark.

I feel I love him.

Crazy thing to say but I do.

I think I do. Maybe I know I do.

We were in the park that Sunday afternoon and we were watching the families out there have fun with their kids and grandkids and we lay there on the checkered blanket thinking if we’d ever make it that far when this day is all that’s left for us.

“I want a big piano on the receiving room and a really tall sycamore tree on the yard.” I tell him with a smile on my face—thinking that I was her, Country, and thinking only of this day.

“I think I can make those arrangements.”

“How about you, what do you want?” I asked him.

He sighed and then he smiled down at me. “Nothing—just a peaceful, happy house with you sitting on the front porch reading your records and me taking pictures while I drink a nice iced tea.”

I fell silent. I know.

That’s what I wanted too.

I love how he saw it. I love how I can see it.

But can we ever end up to that? Can we ever lead up to that?

I began to be afraid that we might never reach that paradise where we don’t have to worry about hurting someone’s feelings or hurting ourselves…

…or even fearing what tomorrow might be.

That Sunday afternoon became both wonderful and questioning. It gave me thoughts I never wanted to face and yet I did because of him.

Him…

Bryan Albright was the adventure I had been searching for. Why?

He made me curious. He questions my knowledge. He challenges me.

He’s everything I can’t afford to be and yet I want to be. And he’s also the man in my past I can no longer choose to love.

I already did.

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All they had was that weekend. So if you think this is a nice excerpt for that last day of theirs just vote.

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Love love love,

Katherine. </3