Sweet Goodbyes
I was in love with a girl at university in the worst/best way. She was smart, beautiful, kind and graceful. When I graduated I asked her to marry me and she said yes. My mum wrote her a lovely welcome to the family letter (which I still laugh about with her now). We had the best summer on record, and I was as happy as I could possibly be.
On the final weekend of the summer (she had one more year to do at university) we spent a perfect night together before she had to leave. Tears and promises were exchanged and we waited for the sun to rise on Sunday morning and for the time of her train back to school. I took her to the train station and we did our happy goodbyes amid more promises and kisses. And then she was gone.
I drove back home and collapsed into the couch. I watched some TV for a few hours but the world held no fascination for me without my girl. In the end, after about 3 hours I said screw it and decided to drive to her university for one final Sunday night of kisses.
It took 4 hours of driving to get to her school and another 30 minutes to find her new room on campus but when I did it was unlocked so I went in and waited for her on her bed. And waited. And waited. In the end, after a couple of hours, I just decided I should probably give up and just drove back the 4 hours to my home.
I drove home again feeling a bit stupid for the wasted trip. And when I got home, there she was, on my doorstep.
Apparently, she’d decided she’d missed me as much as I’d missed her and she’d caught the train back to me for one final night together. And what a night it was. More promises, more kisses, more planning, more joy and I ended up taking her to the train station again at 7 the next morning and kissed her goodbye once more.
And then I never heard from her again. No calls, no letter. Nothing. It took me a couple of weeks to realize I’d been dumped.