It’s 1 in the morning and I’m in bed thinking about how funny life works. We’re all familiar with the phrase, “if you love something, let it go. If it comes back, they were always yours.” I’m not much of a fan of this saying. I like to sum it up to, “Boomerang Love.”
When I met him, I didn’t think much about it. I was 19 and he was the beginning of my dating life. I tested the waters with him. Made my mistakes with him. Learned that no one is worth your whole but it’s nice to share your pieces with someone else. The two months we stayed together was enough. I wanted more. Not necessarily more with him but more of other people. I wanted new experiences with new faces. This went on for a couple months, two years in fact, and I didn’t think much about him. He moved on, got a girlfriend, and that was it.
It wasn’t. I woke up one morning this summer from a message from him. Weird. We got together later that week for drinks like how we used to and it was exactly how I remembered us. Just older. He told me about his break up and I told him about my travels. Who knew how much can change in a couple years? But we didn’t. We were the same and acted the same towards each other. The feelings slowly came back. Wow. I really liked this guy.
Maybe science is to blame for gravitating him back to me. Or maybe it’s the time of day that got me thinking too much. Either way, we found our way back like a boomerang and I’m planning on holding onto the stick.
Stay tuned for the long version of this story on how we settled down. That’d be a good story to tell.
