I sent her some flowers. 1 bouquet every hour for 5 hours. I told the girls in my dorm what I did and they were crazy. Wanted someone to do that for them one day. I found out later that this girl had a boyfriend and he wasn't too happy about it. Years later, she would tell me that he always brought it up. That what I did was something he could never compete with (maybe why they separated, don't know). Still, we would talk here and there, always finding a way back to each other. She had another little girl and I went to the military and spent 3 years in Okinawa. I didn't talk to her at all the time I was there. When I finally made it back stateside, we found each other again. This time, she was stuck in Florida and had no way home. The friend she went to see turned out to be creepy and scared her, so she didn't want to stay. I bought her a ticket home and she left.
We talked a bit and finally made the decision to have her come up to see me for a weekend. It was right before payday, so I was really hurting and couldn't really do all I wanted to, but we still had a good time. She left a day early and I found out from her sister that she went somewhere else and got back into drugs. I was heartbroken that she didn't tell me this. I shrugged it off and moved on. Went to school in San Diego and started focusing more on me and my future. Things were starting to look up. 2 years in, she contacts me again. We do the whole dance again and I tell her I'm coming home to be with her. I didn't care about school. All I needed was her and I would make life better.
We set dates and
everything.It was on a friend from school's birthday and I decided to call her before heading out, to say "I love you." A guy answered the phone. Name that emotion. It flowed freely through me. Now, I had just gotten the all clear from the doctors that my cancer was gone. And then this. She calls me back and says she'll talk to me tomorrow. (3/4)
