Terrible timing—it always ended up being that way.
“Big news! No, it’s huge!” My friend from second grade said.
“What happened?” I replied.
“He’s coming to California for a month during the summer.” My friend was obviously concerned about how this was all going to work out. She had already moved on from her first love, living in Oregon, to a new guy she met in town.
“Umm—well that throws a wrench into the equation.”
“Well, yeah.”
“Does he know that you’re dating someone?” I asked almost hesitatingly.
“My relationship status is right there on Facebook so I’m sure he knows. Jazz, I think he’s gradually planning on moving back here.”
“Well I guess we’ll just have to deal with that when it comes.”
And it was true. There was nothing that we could really do about that situation until he got here. In the mean time though, I had my own bout with awkward timing to consider.
It all took place when I was just surfing the internet one morning. I happened to falter onto an unfamiliar site decorated with dark colors and intense graphics plastered onto the background. I went on to check who had put the site together and found the face of my ex staring back at me.
For some odd twist of fate, I had accidentally stumbled onto my ex’s personal blog, and being the curious person that I was, I started reading all of his random posts and viewing the artwork that he displayed.
It was all very interesting, but the experience didn’t shock me until I ran into a self written poem,
“…It scares me that I still have these feelings. It terrifies me because I am sure they are not mutual…Until I have that one that makes me forget about it all. Forget that any of that ever happened. Someone that will truly make me happy…”
Was he talking about me? What if I had found this post just a few days before—before the guy that I’m with now and I had made out? Why did I find this? I had a thousand different questions running through my head.
Terrible timing—or did it all just work out perfectly?
To read the journey from the beginning click here.
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