A love story
Sep. 5th, 2020 07:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
quantumbutterflyI don't remember the first time I met Jason. We must have run into each other at small-town parties before the first clear memory I have of him: We were standing under the tree in his parents' front yard and he was talking about something that was probably 90% bullshit while I stared into his eyes, entranced. He has always had beautiful eyes.
It's not like I hadn't fallen in love before; at the ripe age of 18 I already had two long-term relationships under my belt. But he mesmerized me like nobody had before. I would have done anything for him. Then he left. He wasn't leaving me, in particular; he was leaving his parents and that town and all the pain he'd been through.
So I fell in with his brother, who turned out to be an abuser but once we had a kid I felt stuck. I didn't know how to save myself and couldn't ask for anyone else to save me. Jason came to visit us when the child was two. My husband always passed out early so we spent our evenings together. Jason asked me to grab makwa and run away but I was too afraid. We gave in to our desires one night and then I told him goodbye. He was barred from contacting me for as long as that marriage lasted.
Life went on, and 27 years after we had first fallen in love, we reconnected. I was bruised from my second divorce, he was suffering from another relationship gone wrong. We told each other that it was just old friends hanging out.
Then he showed up at my door, and I threw myself into his arms and all those years just melted away. I'd come home. I found what I hadn't even known I'd lost.
It's not like I hadn't fallen in love before; at the ripe age of 18 I already had two long-term relationships under my belt. But he mesmerized me like nobody had before. I would have done anything for him. Then he left. He wasn't leaving me, in particular; he was leaving his parents and that town and all the pain he'd been through.
So I fell in with his brother, who turned out to be an abuser but once we had a kid I felt stuck. I didn't know how to save myself and couldn't ask for anyone else to save me. Jason came to visit us when the child was two. My husband always passed out early so we spent our evenings together. Jason asked me to grab makwa and run away but I was too afraid. We gave in to our desires one night and then I told him goodbye. He was barred from contacting me for as long as that marriage lasted.
Life went on, and 27 years after we had first fallen in love, we reconnected. I was bruised from my second divorce, he was suffering from another relationship gone wrong. We told each other that it was just old friends hanging out.
Then he showed up at my door, and I threw myself into his arms and all those years just melted away. I'd come home. I found what I hadn't even known I'd lost.
