Jason and I go back, way back (…that just made me think of that Blackstreet song…), back when we were still in our teens. I first met Jason when I was 16 and a sophomore in high school. He was one of those bad boys (which I loved for whatever reason). He had a tattoo, his eyebrow was pierced, and school just wasn’t his thing. I was immediately infatuated with him. The way we met escapes me, I know it involves asking how to use a vacuum and pretending that I needed his help. I’m sure he knew I was just looking for an excuse to talk to him, but it worked anyway.
After we started dating, we were inseparable. We were together all the time, it was like I couldn’t get enough of him. I fell hard and fast for him and him for me. We did everything together, from going on family vacations together to hanging out on his mom’s couch to being up to no good in the wee hours of the morning. We ended up dating for two years while I was in high school. At one point he even gave me a promise ring and to this day I still have it.
After two years, we ended up breaking up. A lot was going on around both of us and for whatever reason we both let outside influences get the better of us and we ended things. I was devastated and time after time I wanted to call him or ask others what he was doing or if he was seeing anyone… but I never did contact him again.
Well the town we both live in is not small nor is it large. It’s just small enough that if you grew up here, you know everything about everyone – good and bad. And it’s just large enough that you can go years, decades even, and never see certain people. That’s what happened to Jason and I. After Jason and I broke up, 13 years went by before I would speak to him again. It wasn’t because we were avoiding each other, we just never ran into each other. Jason was one of those people from my past that I always thought about, wondered what happened to him, what he was up to, and what if things had happened differently.
After 13 years of complete silence between us, I received a message on Facebook one Saturday morning and it was from him. I saw who it was from and immediately felt excited. Before I even read his message I remember thinking what did it say, why would he send me a message, what did he want? As I read his first message, I realized it was a simple ‘hi, I just wanted to catch up’ message asking how I was, how my parents were, and what my brother was up to these days. I answered politely and asked how he was doing, meanwhile in my head I was yelling “is that it? You just want to know about them?” I’m not quite sure what I was wanting him to say or ask or any of that, but I was so excited to just have this little bit of him back in my life that I was making myself nervous with the uncertainty of what I was hoping would come of this communication. We messaged back and forth for days, which turned into a week. At the end of that first week, it all started to change from polite catch up messages to maybe this could be more messages.
We decided after a week and a half of messaging that we would meet up. I was nervous to say the least. I knew how strongly I had felt about him in the past and if any of those feelings were still in me now, I knew that it would come back to me very fast. On the way to meet him, I had to pull over twice. I was so nervous. I was scared that he would look at me and not feel like he use to. I was even more nervous that we would still feel the same way and we would fall right back into where we were 13 years ago. I just had a feeling that it would get serious fast.
I pulled up to the park that we were meeting at and took one look at him. He looked just like he did when we were younger. I don’t remember what he said to me as we were walking up to each other but I do remember that when we were together in high school I would tell him that I loved the way he said my name. And at that exact moment of walking up to him and hearing him talk, I remembered why I would say that.
We sat and talked for a while and then decided to get dinner. We talked all night about what we had been up to and about things back when we were younger. At one point I looked over at him and told him I really missed him. It was true, I knew I thought about him a lot over the years but it didn’t occur to me just how much I missed him until we were sitting there catching up.
Well ever since that night, we’ve once again, been inseparable. Sometimes I get mad and wonder why 13 years went by before we saw each other again. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, so I know there has to be a reason why. I may never know why it had to be 13 years… but what I do know, is I am so happy to have him in my life now.