Face to Face With Kryptonite.
Seven years ago was the last time I’d spent time with the man I call my kryptonite. Until yesterday, that is.
I call him my kryptonite because no one before him (nor after him, actually) was able to make me feel the way he did — like I was under a spell of some sort. Granted, I was still a baby having barely turned twenty-one. He was a little older which was already intimidating and frankly, he was my first NORMAL guy.
What is “normal”? Well, there was no abuse, verbal or otherwise. He just was not a jerk to me. He had a job — three actually. He had finished high school (and not via continuation school) and was going to college on top of that. He met my parents. In fact, I’m pretty sure we even double-dated with my parents once. He took care of his parents. He didn’t stalk me. I could go on and on, but I think you get the point.
There wasn’t anything spectacular or out-of-this-world about him. It was just new to me, so I fell harder than I normally do. Put it this way, the last ex was around for four years before I used the “L Word” and even then was hesitant and unsure. No, I didn’t “L” kryptonite, but I’m sure it could have been the case if I stuck around. I hated not being in control of my emotions and ran away from the situation.
Anyway, we’d managed to reconnect a few years ago via email and have seen each other maybe three or four times by accident in the last seven years. We finally got together yesterday to catch up over breakfast.
The night before, the kryptonite had the same effect on me as he used to. My stomach was in knots and I couldn’t sleep. I felt like a child stricken with puppy love — it was disgusting and I’m quite embarrassed. But it was mostly anxiety. As you know, I’m in love (supposedly), so it wasn’t like I was thinking our meeting would move in any particular direction. I was just nervous… I had no idea what to expect.
It was almost like we became two very different people since we’d last talked. I definitely have grown up since twenty-one and both of us went through some emotional things that I think changed us. I survived. Overall, I had a great time sitting with him and catching up, remembering old times and what not. Hopefully we’ll see more of each other now.
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