love lesson #209
see, the thing is, i really liked him. i really did. and he could have had me, but he had to push it.
i won't lie, it was the bike i fell in love with first. every part of it. how i felt when i got on it. how i held on with my thighs. how outta the blue jack would squeeze my leg like he felt something good.
i almost fell for him. almost. (my eyes were beginning to go as soft as his belly.)
i wrote him yesterday. told him to stop contacting me. that i didn't want to change my number because it's a pain in the ass. and that we loved too differently; there wasn't an 'us' in the cards. i told him i forgave him, and if he ever truly loved me, he would walk away.
he told me it took him most of the day to gather up the courage to respond. said he felt sick. was sad. and that trip to maryland? that was to pick up the duster for me. too, some other chick that's been riding with him, has my chaps.
during yoga today, i was trying to let him go. let the chaps go, really.
i will have wind in my hair again. this i know.
Gillian Rush email@example.com