3 Words... 3 Syllables

So I finally told him yesterday. This time I really told him how I felt. It felt like it was the right time to do this.

After getting very little sleep I had arrived to a bitterly cold DC on Tuesday morning. The day had already started off awful and to no surprise it would continue the same way. After battling my way from Dulles Airport to the Metro station which of course you have to take a $9 shuttle bus to the metro because Metro doesn’t go to the suburban airport (well at least not until 2012 or so) and of course Metro doesn’t furnish city buses out that far either. So I purchase my fair card and hop aboard the orange line to Metro Center to transfer to the Red line to Judiciary Square. It was arriving at Metro Center where I realized as much as things change… some things remain the same. Their had been a fatal accident on the red line and now all trains were single tracking which basically means 20-30 minute delay.

While I had hoped the mediation would go well… a resolution would be reached… and this entire ordeal with Kellen Company would be over, I knew in my heart of hearts that this would be yet another joke and wasted $150 trip on a substandard airline (gosh I hate Airtran). With all the lies… mistruths… and assumptions, I walked out wondering if maybe I was the one crazy or does this company just really not care that they single handily ruined my 2006.

At the end of the meeting we were supposed to hang out before my flight back to Atlanta that evening but I was so emotionally drained and physically tired from the lack of sleep that I called to tell him that I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to hang out and see him and just be around him but my mood had taken a turn for the worse and I didn’t want to be around anyone (luckily I got an entire row to myself for the flight home).

Later that evening he called to check on me and to see if I was ready to talk. Now it has been a couple years since we were quasi together (don’t you just love that word it is definitely one of those imperfectly perfect words), but since we have become better friends. It was what ended our conversation that I not so simply said I love you.

Amazes me how three words… three syllables, can often be the hardest sentence to speak.

6 comments:

colinnyc said...

awww so what he say in return. and who the hell are u talkin about anyway?!?!

Anonymous said...

dont see why those 3 words are so hard.

life said...

Why do you keep meeting up with this company if they ruined your 2006? Those are some heavy words Hisstory. Especially, for a "quasi" relationship that ended a couple of years ago. You betta watch out

Anonymous said...

The metrobus 5A runs from Dulles to L'Enfant Plaza for only $3

Marz said...

I love this post. I felt it right here. (Covering heart. lol)


-Marz

Playboy Adonis said...

It is hard to say I love you if its the first time being said. You enter a different area of the relationship beyond those 3 words. And uncertainty can make you hold back but if you truly feel that way inside, then your mouth will somehow utter it out.

I agree though...what the hell exactly are you talking about Redd? and why did you go all the way there but didn't even see the person. Did they know you were on your way there?

What's going on Redd?