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Authors: T. H. Snyder
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both wanted to tell you for a long time. With everything that happened with her father and the firm, we agreed it was best to wait ‘til now.”
“I’m happy for you, for you both,” I respond looking between the two of them. “Unexpected, but nonetheless you both deserve to be happy.”
Ashley smiles brightly back to me while Peter claps me on the shoulder.
“Good,” he states. “Now that this is all out in the open, it’s time we both talk to you about something that has been weighing on our minds. As your closest friends, it’s only fair that we remain honest and blunt with you from here on out.”
Unsure of where this conversation is going, I look to Ashley with a scowl on my face.
“Is this an intervention, because if that’s the case I can pay a well educated psychologist to evaluate my mental health?”
“No, Connor, this is not a staged meeting of the minds, but we are two people that care a lot about you. Ever since that night at The Club with Jesika, you’ve been distant and off in your own little world. For heaven’s sake, you haven’t even come to The Club since that night. When it comes to sexual needs, I know you just as well as you know yourself. How the hell have you not gone off the deep end is beyond me.”
“I appreciate you both for coming out to me, really I do, but there’s no need to intervene in my life. I’ve been just fine on my own up ‘til now, I sure as hell don’t need the two of you meddling in business that is none of yours,” I retort, pushing away from the table and moving to stand. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do with my evening.”
Peter and Ashley stand before I gesture for them to sit. Knowing me as well as they do, they realize that there’s no use pushing the conversation any further. Once I set my mind on something I stick to it…I always have the final word.
Reaching the door, I step outside and release a deep breath. The anxiety building within my chest was not something I was willing to expose in front of them. There’s no way I can share the pain raging inside of me and the loss I feel for Jesika.
I need some air, some time to rationalize just what I need to do, and something that will help me see the light within the darkness of my soul.
Tonight I need some time to unwind, a change from my norm of vegging out on the couch with a bottle of wine, so I take a cab downtown. Walking along the streets, I’m mesmerized as various men and women pass me by. I’ve always been a people watcher; it’s who I am and what I love to do. As a photographer, I capture images of models, watch them get into a character and imagine a story line to go with hundreds of photos. Now, taking the time to observe without my lens in hand, I have a different appreciation for each person that passes in my direction. As I near one of the many fountains in front of the museum, I decide to sit and enjoy the peaceful sounds of chatter, laughter and the trickling water.
Spacing off, I notice a couple stopping just a few feet away from me to admire one of the large pieces displayed in the front window. I can’t help but pay close attention as they hold each other in their arms, smiles spread across their faces. So much love and devotion displayed in their expressions, it’s almost too painful for me to watch.
An ache begins to fill my chest as thoughts of loneliness seep into my subconscious. If only I could find a love like theirs. Someone to love me for my quirks, my insecurities and the ways which make me unique. Throughout my lifetime, I honestly can say that I’ve never been truly in love. Maybe it’s the fears that pull me away or the fact that every time I’ve gotten close to a man the rug’s been pulled out from under my feet.
At this point a year ago, my story could have been different, had I done things that made him happy, shared in his interests and allowed my insecurities to fall to the way side. But I didn’t. Seeing him again a
“I’m happy for you, for you both,” I respond looking between the two of them. “Unexpected, but nonetheless you both deserve to be happy.”
Ashley smiles brightly back to me while Peter claps me on the shoulder.
“Good,” he states. “Now that this is all out in the open, it’s time we both talk to you about something that has been weighing on our minds. As your closest friends, it’s only fair that we remain honest and blunt with you from here on out.”
Unsure of where this conversation is going, I look to Ashley with a scowl on my face.
“Is this an intervention, because if that’s the case I can pay a well educated psychologist to evaluate my mental health?”
“No, Connor, this is not a staged meeting of the minds, but we are two people that care a lot about you. Ever since that night at The Club with Jesika, you’ve been distant and off in your own little world. For heaven’s sake, you haven’t even come to The Club since that night. When it comes to sexual needs, I know you just as well as you know yourself. How the hell have you not gone off the deep end is beyond me.”
“I appreciate you both for coming out to me, really I do, but there’s no need to intervene in my life. I’ve been just fine on my own up ‘til now, I sure as hell don’t need the two of you meddling in business that is none of yours,” I retort, pushing away from the table and moving to stand. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do with my evening.”
Peter and Ashley stand before I gesture for them to sit. Knowing me as well as they do, they realize that there’s no use pushing the conversation any further. Once I set my mind on something I stick to it…I always have the final word.
Reaching the door, I step outside and release a deep breath. The anxiety building within my chest was not something I was willing to expose in front of them. There’s no way I can share the pain raging inside of me and the loss I feel for Jesika.
I need some air, some time to rationalize just what I need to do, and something that will help me see the light within the darkness of my soul.
Tonight I need some time to unwind, a change from my norm of vegging out on the couch with a bottle of wine, so I take a cab downtown. Walking along the streets, I’m mesmerized as various men and women pass me by. I’ve always been a people watcher; it’s who I am and what I love to do. As a photographer, I capture images of models, watch them get into a character and imagine a story line to go with hundreds of photos. Now, taking the time to observe without my lens in hand, I have a different appreciation for each person that passes in my direction. As I near one of the many fountains in front of the museum, I decide to sit and enjoy the peaceful sounds of chatter, laughter and the trickling water.
Spacing off, I notice a couple stopping just a few feet away from me to admire one of the large pieces displayed in the front window. I can’t help but pay close attention as they hold each other in their arms, smiles spread across their faces. So much love and devotion displayed in their expressions, it’s almost too painful for me to watch.
An ache begins to fill my chest as thoughts of loneliness seep into my subconscious. If only I could find a love like theirs. Someone to love me for my quirks, my insecurities and the ways which make me unique. Throughout my lifetime, I honestly can say that I’ve never been truly in love. Maybe it’s the fears that pull me away or the fact that every time I’ve gotten close to a man the rug’s been pulled out from under my feet.
At this point a year ago, my story could have been different, had I done things that made him happy, shared in his interests and allowed my insecurities to fall to the way side. But I didn’t. Seeing him again a
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