The Old Cherry Tree
I am terrible at goodbyes. When it came time for him to leave, I didn't know how to manage my feelings. Rather than graciously saying "goodbye" again and again, or embracing the lingering moments of hesitation, I felt awkward, irritable, and coldly rushed him out the door. His resistance to leave annoyed me because I was so uncomfortable. After a beautiful week of budding young love and sweet memories, I was just plain MEAN to him!
After he left, my heart ACHED! I could not BELIEVE how I'd behaved! I was desperate to fix things...if only I could have a do-over.
Remembering that he was planning to stop at my cousin's house on his way out of town, I jumped at the chance to catch him before he embarked on the long journey ahead.
My sister answered the phone. I asked if he was still there. He was! I quickly told her what happened and begged for her to send him back to me!
About 10 minutes later, he knocked, and I could see his yellow hat through the window of the front door. I opened the door and saw him. He looked so sad and confused, but still so tall and handsome. His cheek muscles revealed a charming dimple as he struggled to keep himself composed. I am in love with this man. Why do I act this way sometimes!?
Choking back tears, I apologized. We sat down on the porch, underneath the old cherry tree, and just talked, leaning on each other. The ice was melted, my heart was open. I got my do-over, and it was magical! I am forever grateful.
I am terrible at goodbyes. When it came time for him to leave, I didn't know how to manage my feelings. Rather than graciously saying "goodbye" again and again, or embracing the lingering moments of hesitation, I felt awkward, irritable, and coldly rushed him out the door. His resistance to leave annoyed me because I was so uncomfortable. After a beautiful week of budding young love and sweet memories, I was just plain MEAN to him!
After he left, my heart ACHED! I could not BELIEVE how I'd behaved! I was desperate to fix things...if only I could have a do-over.
Remembering that he was planning to stop at my cousin's house on his way out of town, I jumped at the chance to catch him before he embarked on the long journey ahead.
My sister answered the phone. I asked if he was still there. He was! I quickly told her what happened and begged for her to send him back to me!
About 10 minutes later, he knocked, and I could see his yellow hat through the window of the front door. I opened the door and saw him. He looked so sad and confused, but still so tall and handsome. His cheek muscles revealed a charming dimple as he struggled to keep himself composed. I am in love with this man. Why do I act this way sometimes!?
Choking back tears, I apologized. We sat down on the porch, underneath the old cherry tree, and just talked, leaning on each other. The ice was melted, my heart was open. I got my do-over, and it was magical! I am forever grateful.
I am terrible at goodbyes. When it came time for him to leave, I didn't know how to manage my feelings. Rather than graciously saying "goodbye" again and again, or embracing the lingering moments of hesitation, I felt awkward, irritable, and coldly rushed him out the door. His resistance to leave annoyed me because I was so uncomfortable. After a beautiful week of budding young love and sweet memories, I was just plain MEAN to him!
After he left, my heart ACHED! I could not BELIEVE how I'd behaved! I was desperate to fix things...if only I could have a do-over.
Remembering that he was planning to stop at my cousin's house on his way out of town, I jumped at the chance to catch him before he embarked on the long journey ahead.
My sister answered the phone. I asked if he was still there. He was! I quickly told her what happened and begged for her to send him back to me!
About 10 minutes later, he knocked, and I could see his yellow hat through the window of the front door. I opened the door and saw him. He looked so sad and confused, but still so tall and handsome. His cheek muscles revealed a charming dimple as he struggled to keep himself composed. I am in love with this man. Why do I act this way sometimes!?
Choking back tears, I apologized. We sat down on the porch, underneath the old cherry tree, and just talked, leaning on each other. The ice was melted, my heart was open. I got my do-over, and it was magical! I am forever grateful.