Willow was a small town girl. Typical small town where everyone knows everyone. She married and had kids like everyone there did, but she was never happy being in that small town. She wanted out. She didn’t want the big city life but she wanted to be in a new place. She was getting older and needed, wanted a new life. She decided to move across the country to start a new life.
Soon after moving, Willow met Jack. He was different than the men back home. Jack was the type she never considered dating, at least not in the past anyway. They didn’t have a lot of things in common but the few things they did are the exact things she needed in her life.
He was a like Prince Charming. His blue eyes were so wise, he had a bubbling personality, a sweet smile and such an infectious laugh.
They didn’t get a chance to spend much time together because they both had other things going on in their lives. They would run into each other occasionally but they mostly communicated through text and social media. Over the course of a year they learned a good bit about each other. A little about their family and some things about their pasts. They were friends.
After about 4 or 5 months of knowing him, she fell. Fell hard. She wishes now she had never told him how she felt about him; however she never used the “L” word because she told herself it would be years before she used that word again. She never asked about his feelings about her, she was too afraid. She figured he would tell her when the time was right. After all, they were just friends, there didn’t necessarily have to be feelings but she always felt there was something lying just beneath the surface.
Boy did she read that wrong!
Now the 1 year “anniversary” of Willow and Jack knowing each other is close and she’s second guessing everything, even their friendship.
Willow wanted to give Jack space, didn’t want to be clingy. He knew how she felt. If he wanted to be more than friends, he knew she was just a text away. But the texts became fewer and fewer. When she did get a text, she would respond; however her texts, she assumed, weren’t important enough to warrant a response so she finally understood. To her it was a silent, “leave me alone.”
After praying for a year that Jack would be a part of her life, Willow struggled for almost two weeks whether to let Jack go or to keep holding on. It was raining the day she finally let go. The sky cried with her…