October 5th, 2008 by Kateastrophe

Is today SUNDAY?  I guess that means it’s time for Soap Opera Sunday.  Thanks a million to 2 Hearts  for hosting this month!  Our theme (which you don’t have to follow!  It’s just a suggestion) is “Long Distance Relationships.”  Head on over to check out other soapy tales!

This is the continuation of the (seemingly) neverending saga of Richard.    It’s been going on since DECEMBER 2, 2007.  Um, seriously?  TEN MONTHS OF THIS?  Yu-hikes.

So I’ll just jump in, shall I?

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I was terrified to get off of that plane.  I was still on a high after my weekend with Matt.  I was so scared I was going to walk right back into Richard’s arms because of the magnetic pull I felt towards him.  Scared that my hormones would once again take over my reason and cause me to fall for him agian and again and again.  And again.  Forever and ever.  And ever.

I was looking down as I walked towards him.  I didn’t want to see his arms outstretched, ready to take me in.  I didn’t want to look at his face and see his perfect dimpled smile.  I didn’t want to breathe in his intoxicating smell.  I was tired.  It had been two years of trying and aching.  Two years of the seemingly endless torture of wanting everything and getting just a little bit. Two wasted years.

“Hey bud!”  He laughed as I came toward him.  As I expected, he wrapped me in one of his special hugs, holding me close and sighing as he smelled my hair.  I cringed, waiting for the wave of wanting to hit me.

Nothing.

I opened my eyes and looked around, confused then closed my eyes again, knowing it was going to hit me any second.

I guess I could have waited forever because it never happened.

I. Was. FREE.

I couldn’t do anything but laugh.  Richard was, naturally, confused by the outburst, but knew me well enough not to think too much of it.

We chatted casually the whole way to my house.  It was easy and actually fun for the first time in a long while. We pulled up and I jumped out of the car, grabbed my suitcase and waved a casual good-bye.  Richard shouted after me, asking where his hug was, and I just laughed and told him I was in a hurry as I skipped inside.

Matt and I started talking on the phone almost daily, as well as sending emails back and forth from work.  Things were going very, very well.  I liked this guy A LOT.  I was very excited for everything but the part where he had JUST moved away from Utah and we lived about 600 miles away from each other.  Other than that little detail, it seemed practically perfect.

However, it seemed my perfection was tainted because I had some loose ends I needed to tie up with . . . Richard.