Feels like it has been a while since I blogged but it really hasn’t. I have written consistently since my last post because things , feelings, situations all unfolded at a rapid rate. By the time I would finish writing I would be so tired that editing and blogging was a task too far.
But alas let me gradually bring you up to speed.
So last time I posted, I was on some sort of downer and the Young Man was leaving shortly. I’ll pick up the story from the Friday evening/night of that same week.
On my way home from work I called Daniel, close friend of the Young Man’s to tell him about the leaving party on Sunday and stuff. Daniel and I chatted for a bit and then he told me that him and the Young Man were supposed to hang out on Sunday afternoon. Apparently, the Young Man had told him “make sure you’re down so we can hang out one last time“. I wont lie, I felt a sharp pain. Wow, he is really going to leave and not spend any time with me at all. He is making plans with all his other friends and nothing with me. The (internal) pain was a little too distracting for me so I prayed about it when I got home, then the sibling and I went to the gym which helped.
By the time I got to prayers, I was indifferent and numb. When the Young Man turned up (late as per routine) I briefly glanced in his direction but felt nothing. “Wow, I really don’t feel anything at all” I mused.
At some point during the prayers/service, he came up to me and started joking around, pretending to hit me that sort of stuff. Hmmmm weird, I thought.
Then he went to the front and talked about his time here studying, the adjustment period, how he used to sometimes cry in his room, (really?!?!?) how welcome we made him feel, he’s gonna miss us all, he feels loved yadda yadda yadda and then he got choked up and stopped talking because it was like he was going to cry. My heart totally melted and I felt really sorry for him. When he got back to his seat, I went up to him and gave him a hug. What can I say, deep down I am soft – when I see people crying I just want to make them feel better.
I hugged him and he literally hugged me back as if he was at the airport ready to board. Not only that, he held me close, whispered “I wish I could take you with me” and quickly kissed just underneath my jaw line (or my neck if you prefer). It was all so shocking and sudden I almost didn’t know what to say but I made a joke out of it and whispered back “sorry, I don’t come with your ticket“. When I broke away from him, he continued to hold on to me, his arm around my waist before I moved back to my seat. As expected, from that point on, I was half focused on prayers and half wondering what just happened. The distraction was real. Nothing else of note happened that night, we both sat together on the way home but it was all normal – probably because he was sandwiched in between me and the sibling. He almost slipped and reached out to touch me but obviously remembered the sibling sitting to his right. I giggled inside.
Saturday afternoon and evening was spent in London for a birthday dinner and I enjoyed myself! I was not overly thinking about the Young Man (although I did wonder how he would fit in because these sorts of gatherings are definitely an annual thing for me) but that aside it was cool. I had accepted that he was going to leave without spending time with me and I was genuinely ok with that. So be it and it is what it is, I thought. I know it may sound like I am just saying it but I truly was fine for things to end that way.
Sunday
Sunday morning was pretty normal for me considering it may be the last time I would see him for some time? I wore my red heels – make of that what you will. Everything was pretty much set – his leaving gift had been purchased, the leaving party sorted , all we had to do was make the announcements in church. He came mid way through the service as expected and because I wasnt sitting close to the door like I would normally do, we did not say hi. I could feel the faint but familiar stirring at the pit of my stomach.
When the announcements were done about his leaving, he got all shy and wont move from his seat. I went up to him and guided him out and had to virtually shove him to the front of the church. Who knew he was so shy?! I think he even started blubbing again. What’s with all the crying and getting emotional?!
After service he said his goodbyes to everyone. When we were standing close, he hugged me, his face going into my neck. “I’m going to miss you” he said. I pulled away thinking we still have your leaving party later so you’ll see me then. At some point there was some play fighting between me and him (when is there not).
The Party
Daniel and I picked him up to drive him to the party. When I got out of the car he said “boots? It’s not even really winter yet and you’re wearing boots”. “Excuse me, why are you looking at what I am wearing” I asked back. He started to say “I always notice…” but didn’t finish his sentence possibly because I continued asking him why he was looking at what I am wearing. Yes, I’m a sassy one. Lol.
It was such a lovely time. Good turn out, lots of food, drinks and sweets/cake, music and dancing. Prayers were said for him, he got emotional and was tearful, everyone ate, everyone danced, he took pictures with everyone (not me) and then there were speeches. I refused to give one despite everyone shouting “Belleee, Belleee“. I just did not know what to say. I mean come on guys, you know how things have been between me and him since May. What in the world would or could I have said about him to summarise knowing him? Or the effect he has had on my life? That was too much plus I am better at writing stuff like that. I literally did not have the words so I ran away and hid behind someone. Lol.
By the way did I mention when I caught the Young Man staring at me from across the room as me and Ollie were joking around? But let’s not get distracted.
A little later, I was doing a bit of dancing when he came up to join us. I took that opportunity to speak to him and we found a quiet (but freezing) room to chat in. “Look, I’m sorry I did not say anything, I…just did not know what to say and I am better at writing this sort of stuff to be honest” I said.
“It’s fine I totally understand” he said.
I had nothing else to say and was about to leave when he said “can we pray together?“.
“Yeah sure” I said.
“Can we kneel down?” he asked.
“Yeah sure” I said. In my mind I’m thinking okkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.
So we knelt down, closely facing each other and held hands. We were so close that when I bowed my head, I could my hair brushing his face. He prayed. He prayed for me and then started to pray for us. Yes ‘us’, as in me and him together!
Honestly, the entire experience was so surreal and unexpected I was half thinking what’s going on? I am in a room, kneeling down with the Young Man and praying. How did this happen? But beyond that it felt soooo intimate. There was just this feeling that was, I can’t quite explain it but ‘intimate’ is the closest I can get to it. Someone opened the door midway through the prayers but he just continued and neither of us looked up. I think I finally understand the phrase “it felt like we were the only two people there“. I remember how different his voice sounded, quiet but confident, authoritative. It sounded different to how he sounds when he talks normally. Like I don’t hear him use that voice or tone when he talks to others, just me. Sort of like it was a secret or just something between me and him.
When he finished I looked up at him, holding his gaze “I don’t understand, were you praying for me or us” I asked. He just continued looking down at me, holding my gaze but not saying anything. I don’t ever remember us holding each others gaze so easily but intently and for so long without me starting to feel uncomfortable and breaking away. “You’re leaving” I said. We hugged whilst still kneeling on the floor.
We stood up and I guess not knowing what to say (at least on my part) we hugged again. “I’m going to miss you” he said as we hugged. He’s been saying he is going to miss me every time he has hugged me since Friday.
“How much” I asked looking up at him. We hugged again. For the first time ever with him, I was not just letting him touch me and I allow it but rather, I was my normal expressive self and either pulling him or going in for a hug. “Then why didn’t you spend any time with me” I asked him.
“I wanted to but I just wasn’t sure whether you were free, what your timings were. What about this week when are you free” he asked.
“You should have told me because I was just thinking you weren’t going to spend any time with me”.
His voice sounded different again as we were arranging plans. Quiet but authoritative, intimate. Like it’s only me he talks to like that. We agreed that we would meet in town the next day (Monday) at about half 7/8 when I got back from work. We hug again and I tiptoe and I impulsively quickly reach up and kiss his neck, just underneath his jaw line. He looked down at me and immediately kissed my cheek. “Tomorrow then”. “We have lots to talk about” he said. I laughed, “really” I said and then turned around to leave the room. He followed closely behind me “and you’re going to visit me right” he said. I laughed. We went our separate ways after leaving the room.
I couldn’t focus after that. The surreal experience just kept replaying in my mind. How did we go from not speaking to kneeling down…to praying and now to meeting up the next day. It was too much. Ollie would be talking to me and suddenly my mind would wander. My mind would wander before I even realised it had wondered. I could not even hide it and Ollie was convinced something was wrong. “No I’m fine” I insisted and two minutes later I would be lost in my own thoughts. I was wondering how the Young Man was coping because I was just weirded out with all that happened.
We didn’t spend any more time together at the leaving party after that, just waved goodbye to each other in the car park.
When I got home I spent far too much time looking in the mirror and going over what happened to see what my facial expressions were. Even kneeling down in front of the mirror. Yes, go on judge me.
The kneeling so closely together, joining hands and praying together is an image that will stay with me for a long time if not forever.