I took a chance.
My friend invited me to go out with she and her boyfriend to see some fireworks (it was the fourth of July) and of course, why would I want to do that alone? So I invited Jake. The guy that I'd met all of one time...We'd talked a little, but I was really stepping out on a limb by asking him to go out with me.
He took a chance.
It went swimmingly...after that day it was like we wouldn't have been able to stay away from each other if we'd tried. We spent every day of that summer together.
But as it drew to a close, we knew that this bliss had to pause. He was leaving for boot camp and I was also preparing to go. We planned to sort of...meet up later. We wrote about a thousand and one letters and I tried really hard to just not cry all the time.
So we got to see each other when he came home. It was great. We were so happy...He asked me to marry him on Christmas day. It was great. We were scared. Honestly, we were just kids and didn't really know what we were getting our selves into, even still...
...we took a chance.
Unfortunately, though, we couldn't make it work. Not then. It was too hard. Our lives were moving in opposite directions and somehow we just couldn't bend the paths to make them cross. So we broke up. And it was hard. We were both really sad...For me, it was like the end of the world. I spent the next few years getting my life together and figuring out that sometimes things just don't work out. I dated other guys. Then recently I got a new boyfriend. My very first serious relationship since Jake and I. And it was great...For a while. But then, again, our paths shifted and I felt myself falling out of love. Then it was over. And I was sad.
But not long after that break up Jake and I found each other again. I'm not really sure what happens next, but I'm excited to find out.
We're taking a chance.