Brandon Lee
So, I was wrong. The last break up was not for good.
Brandon and I got back together yesterday. The girl he was seeing broke up with him Friday, in a note. (coward) And, he smiled when he read it. Then, he smiled when he told me that they weren’t together anymore. He was just full of smiles.
After, the football game Friday night, we hung out. We drove around for a bit and then we went to the park and just parked. We sat and talked for a long time. He told me that he wanted to get back together, but he wasn’t ready yet. I told him I could wait.
He told me that he would ask me out this coming Friday; he wanted to wait because he didn’t want me to think that he was using me as a rebound girl. I said there was no rush. I was ready when he was.
Then, yesterday, he told me that he wanted to ask me something, but I had to earn it. One kiss got me, “Will you….” and another earned me “Will you go out with me.” I grinned and asked “Starting today?” He nodded and I kissed him. He laughed and asked if that was a yes. I just nodded, and asked what made him decide not to wait a week. He said that when he got home Saturday night, he couldn’t sleep; he was up till 5 AM thinking about me. He said that made him realize that he couldn’t wait. So, we got back together Sunday, September 28, 2008. I’m so happy!
We talked alot about how it’s going to be different this time. We’ve both changed, even if we were only apart for 3 weeks. It’s going to be different this time. It’s going to be even better. I want to marry him one, and he tells me he wants to marry me too. Honestly, I believe him. I trust him with everything.
My Poor Car :(
I have a 2003 Dodge Stratus. I got it around the end of June, beginning of July. It’s completely paid off, thanks to my amazing great-grandmother. It’s really cute and I love the way it drives. My first car; I love it.
On September 13, I was out driving around. It was no big deal, mom would be at work till late and Matt was going to pick me up at my house around 7:00 anyway so I wouldn’t be out that long. Well, it’d been raining all day. Not bad, but it wasn’t just sprinkling either. Around 5:00 I guess, it started raining really hard. I couldn’t even see. I was listening to Good-bye by Miley Cyrus. For some reason, I remember that. I barely had time to think ‘I need to just go home now’ before I was in the ditch.
Man, I wish it had just been a little ditch, and my grandpa could have just got me unstuck with his big truck. It was a big ditch, though. I stood my car up on its nose. I coudn’t get my door open. I almost just called my mom right then, but then I remembered I had 3 other doors that open too. So, I crawled out the passenger door. For a minute I just stood there, looking around.
I was about 5 miles outside of town, I guess. That’s what I’m told anyway. In the first car that stopped was a really nice lady. She asked if I was ok. I just nodded. The rain was still pouring down, and I honestly didn’t know if i was ok. I couldn’t feel anything. I was numb. She asked if I’d gotten ahold of anyone. I looked down at the phone I was clutching in my hand. I’d forgotten all about calling anyone.
I shook my head, and handed her my phone. She called my grandma, cause I told her my mom was at work and might not answer. I called everyone I could think of. First my grandma, then my mom. After that I tried my aunt, my cousin, my dad. Finally, I called the restaraunt where I work. I asked for Matt. I wasn’t concerned about my car at that point. I just wanted someone to take me home. Matt was out on a delivery, though.
I’m not sure what I said after I was told he wasn’t there. But, I hung up without really saying what was going on.
My work called my mom. They told her that they thought I had flipped my car, and that they didn’t know where I was. That’s when everyone that I had called started calling me.
My aunt got there first. She stood with me while some men pulled my car out of the ditch. Then, my grandma and my aunt’s friend took me home, and my aunt drove my car back to town. It was barely drivable.
Now it’s in the shop. And, it’s going to cost about $400 to $500 dollars to be fixed. My mom is paying for it, and I am paying her back. Slowly. It should be out of the shop in a few days. They’re fixing whatever was bent underneath the car, but it’ll still be dented up. Honestly I don’t care as long as its drivable. I can have the dents popped out later on. I’m just glad it wasn’t totalled. And, I wasn’t hurt.
Break-Up Number…8?
And no getting back together this time. . .at least not for a long time.
So, the boyfriend I talked about in the last post, is no longer the boyfriend. After, what 8 maybe 9 months it’s over. Would have been a year on December 4th. Just a few months short of a year. I’m not exactly sure when it ended. The break up wasn’t really the end, not for us. We were still the same after, well sort of. He tried to get me to come back. And, believe me I wanted to. But, I was wary. We’d been through so much, good and bad. We’ve both forgiven the other for somethings, but most of the memories are good. I was having trouble letting go; I couldn’t move on. Neither could he. But, I guess in our hearts we both knew that it wasn’t right anymore.
We’re still best friends. I know people say that, and then they just fall apart from eachother. But, its true. We still talk on the phone and at school, and we text. We talk about, not everything, but alot. I’ve prayed and he’s prayed. And, God pointed us to time apart. Whether He intends for us to be together again, we have no way of knowing. Being friends is good, though.
I was a little more stubborn than he was when it came to moving on and letting go. I tried to get him back, even after he told me that he really thought space was best for us. I finally saw it his way, though. We’re on the same page now.
Although, it hurts when I think about it being over, its not a bad hurt. Not anymore. Now, I can think back on all of our amazing and wonderful memories and just be happy that we had those times. I’m no longer sad that we don’t have them anymore. It took me awhile to realize that just because we weren’t dating anymore didn’t mean that we couldn’t still have amazing and wonderful memories as just friends. After all, that’s how we started out.
He’s got a new girlfriend, now. And, she seems nice. I’ve only talked to her a few times and she’s been real nice. I can tell she’s kind of iffy about having me around, though. I can’t really say I blame her. I’d feel the same way, I guess. We were in love, and she knows that. I just wish that she wasn’t so afraid that he might end things with her so he can be with me again. I didn’t really know what to say when he told me that she felt that way. I don’t want her to think that I’m trying to get him back, because I’m honestly not trying to do that.
I do still love him, but some part of me always will. He was my first love, my first real boyfriend, pretty much my first everything. He was and still is a big part of my life. Now, he’s just a big part as one of my best friends. Maybe we’ll be more than that again one day, I don’t know. But, for right now I’m moving on, and so is he. I just wish it hadn’t had to hurt so much for awhile. And, I’m glad it doesn’t anymore.
Honestly, I fell apart. And, it took me awhile to get it all together again. But, I’m ok again. I’m not holding on tight with both hands, anymore. Most of me has let go. There is that part, though, holding on that always will, but I think everyone has that part holding onto their first love. He says he’s still holding on a little, too. And, I believe him. Maybe you think that makes me naive or too trusting, but I believe him. I can’t help it.
