My Twin Flame Romance — Part Seven
If you haven’t read Part One, I suggest you do that now. There’s some important disclaimers in there I just don’t feel like repeating — so check it out and come back here when you’re done. Kthx.
*** This story involves underage drinking and other things that happened, but probably shouldn’t have. It’s not an endorsement of those activities.
After Con, we went back to talking all the time. My sister had long since moved to another state to live with her mom, and Shelly had played far too hard to get.
And Robin… well, by this point he knew she was way too young.
After that Saturday night, it was clear there was chemistry between us. Every day, I felt the pull call to me. Calling to bring us together, in the same place, so that things were right in the world again.
Sigh. It’s hard to be young.
We were dating within a week or so, but only got Wednesdays to actually see each other. And honestly, I’m not really sure if we saw each other much that first month. Thankfully, we got a few hours a day to chat.
By the time the month was up, he had already told me he loved me.
How Do I Love You?
Coming from Rod, the idea of love was just… terrifying. Remember, Ron had proposed to me twice. And while I couldn’t have articulated how that made me feel at the time, at this point it’s pretty easy:
He used love to own me, and I felt trapped.
So while it seemed like such a normal, natural thing to express that I did feel what I believed to be love for Erik, it was dangerous to just open up and say it. Yes, dangerous.
Especially since the declaration was poorly timed as I was emotionally distraught at my mom. Not the best moment to bust that out.
But at the same time, the feelings were there. And I wanted to express that. Rather than push him away by being emotionally constipated, I did what Rod did early on —
Of course, I romanticized our relationship and pushed myself to overcome that blockage. But it was all a facade to…