Now I Know We Won’t Run Into Each Other Again
Last week, it was just a silly dream I had. The mere fact that I was dreaming about you was silly when one considers I haven’t seen you since the season’s have changed, twice.
As for the dream itself, well, it wasn’t very detailed. There wasn’t a lot to it at all.
In the dream, you moved, and when I woke up, I shook it out of my head. Tried to pay no attention to it, but the more I thought about how long it’s been since we last saw each other, the more I wondered if the dream was true. So I sent you a text, told you happy new year, then wrote, “Random question: Are you still in New York or did you move back home?”
Five minutes went by, you replied, and your text confirmed my dreams. You left. A little over three years after moving out here to be with me, something like two years after moving out of my apartment, you were back home; thousands of miles away from me, only a few miles away from where we met.
I sent you a text back, said we should catch up later this week, you said you would like that. So sometime this week, I’ll give you a call, but I know it’s not going to feel anything like those conversations we used to have back in the day when we were doing the long distance thing. I will have a lot to say, you will have a lot to tell me, and we’ll be able to talk like the adults we are, not about the past but about our futures independent and thousands of miles away from each other.
But one thing about the past…just one thing I want to say. As much as it hurt that we never made it past our first year of living together, and as little as we saw of each other in the months and years after our breakup, I want to just say how proud I am of you.
Whenever I tell people about us, how you moved out here to be with me, how we broke up a year later, people always ask me if you moved back home as a result. You didn’t. You stayed out here, created a life for yourself, in more ways than one. You even went and got a Master’s Degree at one of the real fancy schools they have out here. I remember near the end of our breakup when you were applying. Then even after graduation, you remained here for a short time.
For whatever reason, maybe it’s the blog, people want my take on situations similar to ours. They ask, “Should I move to this place for the person I love?” My answer is always the same, it’s the story about us, and without getting too personal the story about you.
I know we can look back and say the reason why you were ever out here to begin with was because I wanted you to be here with me and you did too. But when I think about how it’s all come full circle, and I see you’re back home now, I realize to say your move was about me is giving me way too much credit. Looking back on it all, you moved out here because it would make you happy, and I just had the good fortune of being a part of that happiness for a short time. Me and you never quite made it out here the way we planned, but it’s good to see when things changed between us, you made it out here on your own and on your own you made it back home.