The Day Before The Vacation
Ficlets and Ficly survivor, FicMom, and Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision and Goddess of Unrequited Love. @ElshaHawk @HawkandYoung
I loaded my bag into the car. My sons gave me hugs as if they'd never see me again. My husband stood sadly and worried. He held me for a long time.
Our argument over the past 24 hours lingered in my head. I was still going. This was the opportunity of a lifetime. When your publisher says to go, you go.
But they only offered one room for two authors. Two authors of opposite sex who were thick as thieves and both still learning about each other, even ten years later. One room to live in for 5 days, 120 hours of each other; it was a test.
It wasn't that he didn't trust me, nor that he didn't trust the other man, rather, it was that he knew my heart and that it had been struggling for a while. I was honest, I told him all my feelings, and I knew I had to be strong. Weakness would be too painful to bear.
"I love you," I said, tearfully. I meant it.
"I love YOU," he emphasized.
It was time to go. The radio blared So Emotional by Whitney Houston. I sang loudly. What kind of love was this bittersweet?
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In this timeline I wonder if bittersweet is the best we can hope for, it's sad to say. I want the kind of love that lifts me up, where we lift each other up, and encourage following ones dreams, and there's no doubt, or fear, but instead a permanent radiance of perfect understanding. I've seen glimpses in books and movies, some poetry, even in my dreams. Never here though. Not really.
- #3353 Posted 2 years ago
What's bad is, even when you HAVE that perfect love, that support, you still also have the capacity to want a back-up love, just in case.
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