JerseyLove

When I moved to Georgia in 2000, I was hurting. I just came off a five year relationship where I gave my everything. I never took the time to get me together. I found myself in multiple "friendships". One of which was a man from NJ who had a live in girlfriend. His name was Chris. He was tall. 6'2. Light brown. Bald head. Goatee. Dimples. Athletic and he represented home. Common-esque. He was a breath of fresh air. He was fitted caps and wheat colored timberlands.. Cool browns, beiges and blues... He was real hip hop. He was home. I loved his talk. His walk. His swag (for a lack of a better word). I loved how he called me Queen and treated me as such. (Funny, since he had a "queen" at home) I loved how he took care of me and made sure I was okay. I loved that he would come by my place or call me just to check on me. I loved how he took care of me even when I didn't need it... I also, loved him. I wasn't suppposed to fall for him but I did.. How could I not? In my mind, he represented peace, tranquility and security...while he was with me. I never thought about his woman at home...while he was with me. I never thought about his kid at home....while he was with me. I never thought about her wondering where he was when he was with me... that didn't matter...while he was with me. I only wondered about those things in the middle of the night when I was alone. I wondered about those things on my drive to and from work. I would even look for his truck, a black Expedition. I joined the gym he went to just so I could "bump" into him.. I never did. I "found out" where he worked and would sit outside his job... I would call him on his job.. I started to make it difficult for him and me. I became obsessed. I found his address online. I found his home number. Called once and she answered. I hung up. I never went to his house but always wanted to. I never went Glenn Close or anything like that.. Somewhere in my mind, I KNEW I wasn't THAT crazy! I just wanted to be with him at any cost or at all costs... Simply, becuz he reminded me of home... or what home represented for me. That relationship lasted almost a year and it was hard for me to let go. I did eventually but still wonder how he is doing. I know he has since moved out of state and is now married to the live in girlfriend. I also knew that I would never be the other woman again...or so I thought.