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    One Day Soon (8)

    One Day Soon – Part 8

     

     

     

     

     

    Driving through Santa Monica, Los Angeles, 2007

    I’m fighting the anxiety within me that wants to go at this in power mode, guns blazing. Now that’s she’s here and sat beside me in the car I’ve got a head full of burning questions – When, Why and What does this mean for us? Patience, I don’t know how, but she’s different. She’s not as sure of herself as she used to be, not quite as ‘bombastic’, for a fleeting moment I wonder if some of my more recent words might have actually sunk in, after all she came back didn’t she. Either that or she’s being careful around me, cautious as to how she can break it to me that I’m not what she wants anymore, that idea alone is enough to scare me, I refuse to think like that anymore, I’m determined to salvage ‘something’.

    I’ve done so much thinking to get us to this point, a lot of addressing old wounds and revisiting the ‘not so good’ parts of our relationship. I needed to work out why I left, and in doing so, I had to discover what’s changed in order to make me want to go back. It sounds like torture but it really wasn’t, there weren’t as many bad times as I thought and there were an awful lot of good times, really really great times that for whatever reason, I’d forgotten about.

    She smiles at me, “I like the car”

    It’s new; I bought it on a whim about a week after she left for New York, turning in my old SUV for a brand new Audi convertible, she had a mixture of delight and jealousy in her eyes when she saw it in the parking lot, I saw it, I saw the way she looked at me.

    “That’s not yours!”

    as I nodded, “It is.”

    I glance behind me at Angie, happy again to have discovered that I brought snacks in the car for the journey back, my beautiful upholstery will be ruined in no time, not that it matters. She treats me to a toothy grin as I check with her, just to be sure, “We like it, don’t we?”

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    Comments

    1. Aww. I loved this chapter. The note about it not being easy on TiBette hearts makes me a little nervous but I’ll be along for the ride. Just be gentle, I think we all need it after the past few seasons. Can’t wait for dinner.

    2. awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww you know you just make me smile ever so gently as I read this…thanks and when I get back will you have posted again? pleasz… in return I’ll try to write while I’m away huh..

    3. jeepers, sofa, i’m working my way through your stories and you sure post a lot. lucky us;) your work is such a pleasure to read, for serious. i’m really excited about your crossover–we should bring the date closer, or maybe you can send us a preview? pps, of whatever you chose. hey, wanna co-write a zombie story? ;)

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