The Strings Between Us

I always thought that love was held together by invisible strings between two people. Strings that pulled you towards one another, no doubt that you were with the right person.

I've always thought that my strings were tied to Graham's. Ever since I first heard my grandparents story, I knew I had strings for him. Even before I realized my crush on him.

When he broke up with me I felt most of them snap and just hang there. Frayed and looking for love. The love they once knew and still craved. No one was able to mend them back together. I began to think that Graham was supposed to break my heart. That the guy God had for me was even better, though I can't imagine someone better than Graham. I figured that If Graham was meant to be mine, he'd find his way back to me. I thought those strings had to break, needed to for the right person to mend them. That is was all part of the plan.

But as I watch Graham from the sidelines, the strings pulling taught in my chest every time he moves, I'm not so sure of my theory anymore. They still pull for him. Even after all these years, I can't help but notice my heart still beats faster for him.

Other guys have tugged on the strings. But with Graham, the strings were always twitched towards him. Sharply pulled with just the right amount of force.

Falling for Graham Hunter was not just dizzying, it was magnificent. I fell slowly at first, but soon I felt like I was running bases. Going as fast as I could and then stopping, catching my breath before going agin. He was there, at each base to catch me.

I fell heard for Graham Hunter. And he caught me with open arms.

What happens when life leads us back to each other and there's no escape?