12 years.
3,000 miles.
An unexpected phone call that changed my life forever.
When I heard the voice on the other end of the line, I knew instantly who it was: The One That Got Away. The one that I connected with on such an intensely deep level that I was never able to recreate that feeling with anyone else. Because of several reasons, we couldn't do anything about it at the time of our initial meeting. Without the other knowing our true feelings, we remained just "cool" friends.
During the day, we worked hard. But at night... we danced. It was a place called Maestro's. Our version of Studio 54, minus the sex and cocaine. The music was a blend of Funk and R&B. The band, Sixx Deep, were personal friends. When they were in town, we were there. It wasn't to drink - we had our inner high's to keep us going - it was to dance. We became such regulars at Maestro's that we never had to stand in The Line. Upon our arrival, the velvet ropes were opened for us, and we walked right in. Once everyone in the group had arrived, the dancing began. We did not leave the dance floor until the music stopped.
Throughout the course of the evening, we may have danced with others, but when The Song came on, he and I searched for each other. That song was Purple Rain. It was "our" song. It was then that we felt the chemistry - a chemistry that neither one of us had felt before, or since, then. Again, we never spoke a word about it.
Eventually, I left for Ohio, he left for Reno shortly afterwards. The night before I left California, we spent some time together. Had either one of us stated our feelings verbally, it would have complicated things immensely. I had movers coming the next day and a job that I couldn't back out of. I'd made a commitment and the money had been paid. He had his commitment in Reno. We spoke a few times after my move, but eventually lost touch during my first few months in Ohio. We were both busy with our separate lives, and by then, I had met The Frenchman, and began what was to be 12 years of total chaos in 2 separate relationships. Life went on.
Fast forward to four days ago. The unexpected call. After all these years, I knew exactly who it was the moment I heard his voice. The memories, feelings, everything, came flooding back. We talked for over an hour. Later that night, 2 hours. We didn't want to hang up the phone. Like the connection would be broken again, forever, if we did.
After those conversations, we realized why it never worked out with anyone else. They weren't our soul mates. They weren't the loves of our life. We were not meant to be with them. Although, those in the past were an important part of my life, for one reason or another, they were all instantly filed away to a dark corner of my mind. The hurt, pain, betrayal, good times, laughter. Gone.
We both know This Is It. We were finally able to, verbally, express those feelings that we couldn't act on so many years ago. How this will come to fruition will take planning, planning, and more planning. We live on 2 different coasts. We both have responsibilities that cannot be immediately put aside to just pick up and move - in either direction. Once again, it's complicated with us being on opposite coasts. But, when the time comes, we will make the right decision. Together.
Sometimes, when you tell someone that you want to "take it slow" or "I'm not ready to get involved in a relationship too fast", it's not them. It's you. You know that the right one just hasn't come along. You can say a million times that you're not ready for a relationship, that you want to remain single, that you're not looking - but when The One comes along, those thoughts change completely and you're ready to take on the world together.
And, I'm ready.
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