Lost You Once

Lost You Once

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

He loved her too late in that life.

Summary

He loved her too late in that life.

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Submitted: February 05, 2018

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Content

Submitted: February 05, 2018

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I love her. I didn’t mean to fall in love with her but I did. I’d been married for 15 years when this storm of a woman came in and completely rearranged my life. I was at Starbucks, getting my daily IV of caffeine hooked up when something plowed right into me. The biggest pair of blue eyes stared back at me as cold stream down the front of my body. “I’m so fucking sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and then I tripped. I always trip and I really didn’t mean to.” She grabbed napkins from the counter and started trying to pat me dry. It was more humorous than anything. “Oh my god. Please, let me buy you a coffee and new clothes and probably a car or something.” The way she babbled amused me to no end. I laughed at her and insisted she didn’t need to make it up to me.

The girl that had been standing behind her that I hadn’t noticed until she said something, finally spoke up. “She’s not going to let it go.”

I smacked my lips and pretended to think. “Well, you can let me buy you a coffee and then sit with me.”

I could practically see the wind pick up around her as the storm brewed behind her eyes. “That’s not a fair trade.”

I smirked. “It is to me.”

It was a normal response. I enjoyed helping people and I drank so much coffee I spilled it on myself all the time, it didn’t bother me. But the fluttering in the pit of my stomach should have been the sign to shake hands and walk away.

She had just moved there with her husband and kids. The other girl with her, her best friend, was a roamer and decided to help.

I invited them all over for dinner. I understood how hard moving was and wanted to help them out. Everyone got along great, even the kids became fast friends.

Her husband went away for work often so I would offer to help with things around the house. My wife knew how much I liked helping people so it didn’t bother her. Before I realized the real reason I offered to help, I’d fallen in love.

I tortured myself for months. I spent as much time with her as possible, even though I knew the feelings weren’t mutual, even though I was sacrificing my own marriage.

I couldn’t eat or sleep or think and I knew I had to make a decision. She couldn’t be in my life anymore. I made a choice to be with my wife and I’d honor that choice until the day I died.

Her eyes welled with tears but she held them back as I walked away from her. I left my heart with her that day.

It’s been five years and not a day goes by that I don’t think about her, but I’ve been able to avoid her until today. The distinct smell of electricity before a bad storm lingered in the air, but there was no storm in the forecast. I turned my head and there she was. Sitting across the street with her friend at a cafe. I wanted to run to her and touch her and kiss her and talk to her, but I didn’t. I stood and stared and watched as the warm spring air brushed her hair across her cheek and she threw her head back with a laugh.

Her back straightened and she glanced all around her before we made eye contact. She immediately relaxed and offered me the soft smile she saved for me only.

I know we will never be together. Not in this life. Maybe one day, in another life. I have no doubt my soul will find hers in every lifetime.

 
—70 years later—
 

I was running late for class. I always ran late for class. No matter how early I woke up I could never make it to the first hour on time. I tried sneaking into the school but as usual, the principal caught me. Asshole. He raised an eyebrow as I tried to catch my breath.

I caught a whiff of stormy weather and looked outside, but there was no sign of anything. I sighed and turned my attention back to the principal. He made some kind of notation and printed out a detention slip. I groaned internally. Fuck me. My parents warned me if I got another detention I’d be grounded and I’d just gotten my driving license.

A tinkling sound of bells caught my attention and I poked my head into the office. “Oh, wonderful. The student that was going to show this girl around is sick. You can do it and I’ll remove that detention.” Done and done. I over-eagerly handed the secretary my detention slip and met the gaze of the girl I’d be showing around the school. Her eyes were as dark as a storm on the ocean, but her smile was soft and sweet and she felt like home.

 

 

 

 


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