My Twin Flame Romance — Part Three
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.
The pull’s effects had shaken me; never before had I felt such a strong urge to be with someone, to have them as I did Erik.
I was 15 at the time, a few months away from sweet sixteen. I thought, like most kids, that I had life all figured out. More than most, since I was engaged. Unlike everyone else my age, I knew who I was going to marry.
Just, you know, as soon as I graduated.
I didn’t want to wait that long, but my mom wouldn’t have accepted things otherwise. Thank God for that.
And up until that fateful Saturday (or possibly Sunday), my life plans seemed solid and reasonable. In just a few short hours, everything I had known to be true was shattered.
There was nobody to blame, and no good answers.
In the weeks following that visit, I began shifting out of my fairytale relationship. The strange love triangle with his female friend had tried to close in on itself before she moved away; Rod apparently wanted an open relationship.
And so, I gave it to him.
So what if the girl he had been trying to mess around with had disappeared? That wasn’t my problem.
The Hunt Begins…
Lin had me jumping through hoops in the meantime. Every phone call was a battle — I wasn’t there until after 5pm, so unless he called later there was no way to contact him.
You know, because only she had his number.
Sometimes he would have a late day, and call when I was around. My mom would yell out, “Lin, it’s Erik!” Not that she knew what was going on, but it was great that I always got to know.
At first, I’d mosey on over while they were talking, and try to be sly and cool — “Tell him I said what’s up.” As time passed, and as the forbidden friendship blossomed between us, I got more ballsy — “I want to talk to him, too!”