I was in funk for two weeks. If my wife paid more attention to me, she would have seen what I was going through. She didn't though. All I could think about was Andrea. It was like a death, she was just gone. I debated every day on emailing her. I wanted to, but I kept thinking it was for the best we'd parted ways. The evenings were the worst. Those were the times when we typically chatted the most and also when my emotions were the rawest. The first few days I felt myself waiting to hear from her at 6:45 PM. That was when she'd always text me and let me know she made it to work safely. My phone remained silent.
The third weekend after our breakup, I was sitting on my patio. It was a cool, fall night and I had a fire going in my fire pit. I watched the flames and thought of her. How was she? Had she been able to start to move on? Were things any better for her at home? Nothing had changed for me, despite my best efforts, which is what led me to Andrea in the first place. I had returned to the emptiness that I felt before May.
As I sat there, I thought I should send her an email, just to see if she was okay. I wondered if she would respond? Maybe she'd just read it and delete it. Maybe she'd already deleted the account all together. I pulled out my phone and started typing.
'Hey.
I hope that you are doing okay. I've been thinking about writing this every day since I told you goodbye. I miss you so much. I can't stop thinking about you. I know what we said to one another, and it's all still true, but I must have you in my life. I love you Andrea.
Bryan'
Andrea: The act of breaking up is hard but nothing prepares you for the days after. Bryan and I had either texted or emailed almost every day for the past 5 months. The days after we broke up I felt empty. I kept checking my phone thinking maybe I had missed something, but there was nothing there. No messages, no emails. I felt so alone. I cried a lot when I was alone and just did not have much energy or the will to do much. I knew in my heart that this is what we needed to do, but my heart also told me I was crazy. I had found an amazing man who understood me better in the 5 months we had shared, then my husband who had been with me for 11 years. I loved him and that was part of the problem. There were spouses and kids involved and that just made everything complicated. I reminded myself every day that this was for the best and that it would get better. I tried really hard to believe that it would.
I continued checking my phone daily. I knew there would not be any messages from him, but I kept hoping. Like with anything else, I just took one day at a time. Thank goodness, I work a lot and that kept me busy. I tried my best to keep my mind off everything that had happened. Then one morning I woke up and checked my phone like normal and there was an email, from him. I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing and just stared at my phone. He was reaching back out to me. What did he want? Did he want to get back together? My emotions were running wild. I continued to stare at the message sitting there and tried to manage my thoughts. What if he wanted to get back together? I loved him and I missed him so very much. He had become not only my lover, but an amazing friend. We talked about everything and I had missed that so very much. I was also still torn about whether or not being lovers was a good idea. I finally decided that I would just read what he had to say and attempt to get him back as my friend. I needed that. I needed him. The absence of him from my life had been too much for me to bear. I needed him in my life, even if it was just as friends. I made the resolution that we would work it out somehow and be friends but nothing more for the sake of our families. Once I had my mind made up, I opened his email, hopeful that we would work through this. My heart began racing as I read.
I slept in the next morning and my first act had been to grab my phone to see if she had responded. To my disappointment, she hadn't. My wife and son were gone somewhere so I walked into the bathroom to begin my morning routine. I'd just gotten out of the shower when I heard my phone beep. I quickly grabbed it and opened it. She had responded. I felt my chest tighten as I opened her email.
'Hey.
I'm ok. Just still trying to get things back in order. That was so hard. I miss you. You were so much to me, but most of all you were my best friend. That's been really difficult. Can we be friends at least?
A'
I re-read it multiple times. She wanted to be friends at least. That hit home about me being her best friend. She was my only friend. I had to have her back, even it was just that. I quickly replied, telling her that yes, we could still be friends. I suggested that we use Kik messenger for texting, in the interests of safety. A short while later she messaged me on Kik.
'Hi,' she typed.
'Hey. You off today?'
'No, starting 7 straight.'
'I'm sorry.' I replied. I had typed 'baby' but deleted it. We needed to just be friends, I told myself.
'It's what has to be done. How have you been, work any better,' she asked.
'About the same, so so.'
'I'm sorry.'
'I'll live,' I typed.
'You better!!!!'
'Do you think we can do this, be friends,' I asked.
'I don't know, but we have to try. I've just missed this so much.'
'I know, me too.'
'It's been a long two weeks, Bryan.'
'Yes, it has.'
'I'm glad you're back,' she typed.
'Me too.'
We chatted the rest of the morning. She finally said around lunch time that she was going to try and nap before work. I wanted to keep talking, but I knew she needed some more rest.
'Good night,' I typed.
'Night, babe. I love you.'
'I love you too, Andrea.'
'Good.'
The next few days were more of the same. We texted every chance we had. Things began to feel somewhat normal again. One morning I'd got to the office early and we were texting as she finished up her shift.
'You busy this morning,' she typed.
'No, not too bad.'
'Can you get free for a little bit,' she asked.
'Yeah, I think so.'
'Good, meet me at the lake,' she said.
'Are you sure we should do that?'
'No, but I want to see you,' she replied.
'Okay.'
'Clocking out now. See you soon.'
I grabbed my truck keys and snuck out the back door of the office. I drove to the lake and had barely parked, when she pulled up next to me. She got out of her car and smiled. I felt my heart race, as she opened the door and got in. There was no hesitation as our lips met. The separation had thrown fuel on an already blazing fire between us. It felt so good to be holding her and kissing her again. After many minutes of kissing, we parted and looked at each other.
"How's that 'friends' thing working out right now," she asked, with a smile.
"Not very well," I agreed.
"Mmmm, I've missed that."
"Me too," I said as our lips and tongues met again. I kissed my way across her cheek to her neck. I planted soft kisses there, as she leaned her head back.
"Oooh, what you do to me," she said.
"What you do to me, too," I agreed.
"Let's not do that again," she said.
"No, baby. Let's not. I'm sorry, I just thought it was what we needed."
"I know you did, but obviously it wasn't."