Today, I’m linking up with Mama Kat for her weekly Writer’s Workshop.
The Prompt: An Awkward Moment.
On That Excruciating Day, I was mentally preparing myself to bury the person I thought was The One. What I didn’t know was that The One was also there, mentally preparing himself to bury a friend.
Unlike him, Ken was painfully shy and quiet. He was naturally friendly and talkative and had a way of making everyone laugh. Ken, on the other hand, was someone who would stand on the sidelines and soak in the scene.
Against the advice of several people, Ken and I started dating. There was something about him that I liked; he was quiet and polite, intelligent and relateable, but most of all he was safe.
He was safe and he was different.
I don’t remember a lot of the details surrounding our first few months together, mostly because I was consumed with grief and depression. But one moment will always stand out.
The Awkward Moment.
Ken was going to school and living in Orange County while I was living at home and going to school 100 miles north, so the weekends were the only time we could hang out. Usually, I would make the trip down to Orange County to stay with him, but he would also come up and stay at my house.
We were dating for six weeks when those three little words were spoken.
“I love you,” he said while we were standing outside by my truck.
It was out of left field.
Panic set it.
I love you? I LOVE YOU? Oh my… what am I going to say? I can’t say I love him because I don’t! I mean… he’s a great guy… Oh no. Look at him. He’s just looking at me. I can’t hurt his feelings! Come on… come on… think of something…
Thank you? Are you kidding me? THANK YOU? That’s all you could come up with? You.Are.An.Idiot. You’re an idiot. Oh no… I hurt his feelings! Oh crap… what have I done?!
“Um…” he muttered, “I guess I’ll see you later then?”
Fast forward to several months later, when I was sitting curbside outside of a trashy bar.
It was my 21st birthday.
Ken was still in Orange County and wasn’t around for the festivities, but my drunken haze was telling me that calling him from a sleazy bar at 2am was a brilliant idea.
He was asleep and slightly annoyed when he picked up the phone.
“Keenn?” I slurred.
“I have somefing to teeelll you…”
Deep sigh. “What?”
“… um.. I lurve youu.”
“I lurve youuu.”
“OK. Call me tomorrow.”