On this day, thirteen years ago, I babysat my friends' twins. My friends came home late, jolly and keen to continue the party. What's a girl to do? Drink too much wine, is the answer. Except, although it definitely felt like too much wine the next morning, I now think it was exactly the right amount.
Stumbling home I realised I'd received a text from Thomas. Nothing unusual in that; we'd been friends for years and had been in regular contact since he'd moved to Wales to study a couple of months before. I was very pleased to receive this text. I was very pleased to receive every text from Thomas. In fact, I had been trying to conceal how very much I was missing his presence in my life.
I'm blaming/crediting the wine for what happened next. I sent this message:
'I think I'm in love with you.'
'If you say that again I'll have to come home.'
'I am in love with you.'
Cut to me loitering by the bus stop, feeling slightly terrified and weirdly shy, waiting for this scruffy, leggedy, joy of a man to come home, where he had always belonged, by my side.
Samhain blessings, everyone.
You were truly blessed by his presence.ReplyDelete
Blessings Be to you too.
Thank you. I still feel the influence of that blessing, particularly in the form of 9yo.Delete
so beautiful and bittersweet :'(ReplyDelete
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