oh yes, there is more to the story...



My flight was to leave at 6:30 pm. On my way the text messages started.
[have u left yet?]
{on my way now}
[i hope she is fat & ugly 2]
{stop…i told u i wont go}
[no go u hve pland this trip] [i will b ok…i luv u]
{jst say the word and i will turn around}
[i will be here when u get bac but i don’t want details]
{why did u come over last nite if u r telling me to do this}
[I wanted 2 give u somthng 2 cone home 2]

I boarded the plane and left for the first leg of my trip.
When I arrived in Chicago I had two hours to kill so, I went walking around to find something to eat. My phone was going crazy from all of the missed messages I was now receiving. Seventeen in all and every one of them, from her.

She was nice or cruel enough to tell me that she was sitting on the couch watching movies with him while texting me. While thinking of me, wishing I was there instead. I read through the rest of the text; most, reiterating the same sentiments. With the exception of one, she told me that she was going to fill him in on what was going on and after tonight he would be a thing of the past.

My head was spinning, my heart was pounding I couldn’t eat a bite. I was more confused than ever and still, I sent but one reply…
{honey…i will walk back rite now if u just say the word}
[if i make u come home u will hate me 4ever…go]…[we will b even when u get bac]

Part of me wanted to go home straight away. I was not interested in being even. I didn’t want her to have to think about me all weekend. Being away, going to meet another woman. I know how this feels. I have been living with these images and I didn’t have any desire to put her through the same thing. Even though, I had convinced myself that nothing was going to happen with Ekaterina. (I didn’t want it to). I also realized that if nothing happened I would never be able to make her believe me. I just wanted to be home with the one I loved.





We met at JFK airport as planned; she had arrived before me and was waiting when I got off of the plane. The first moments with her were not as awkward as I had imagined they would be. We recognized each other right away and I was met with very warm and friendly face.

Ekaterina was beautiful; she had the prettiest green eyes. Her long slender arms held me tight and the smell of her wavy, long blonde hair reminded me of fresh cut flowers. We stood there swaying in a most gentile, human embrace. One, I didn’t want to end anytime soon.

It was a short flight to Buffalo where we were to spend the night, our friends were to pick us up the next morning and we would all ride up to the mountains together.

In the taxi to the hotel, it hit me like a ton of bricks; just how amazing this woman is. I imagined how it might be if things were different and I was not so completely ruled by another…in my mind I wanted to stay and get to know her however, my heart was back home and I knew I wouldn’t be true to myself if I did. I also knew it wouldn’t be fair to either of them.

We checked into the room and both collapsed on one of the beds where we continued to talk. I say continued because from the moment we met at JFK we didn’t stop talking. Her accent was charming and her laugh? Well it only made her more beautiful.

We were sharing a moment of such pure comfort and there was an undeniable spark that was growing between us. She rolled over on top of me and we stared into each other’s eyes. I laid there like it was a dream. (How I missed having someone look at me like that.)

There was something very special about her. Something so tender, so real that I knew we would be great together.

She smiled down on me, cupped my face with both of her hands, leaned in and kissed me. She kissed me long and slow. She kissed me deep and with not just her mouth but, her entire body and soul. She kissed me again and again.

I didn’t stop her. She stopped herself. She looked me in the eye and told me go…go be with your one true love.

I was speechless; I was so stunned I couldn’t move. I just laid there for a minute holding her close. I started to talk but, she put her hand to my mouth and whispered quietly, (Shhhhhh,)
“I know we planned this holiday,” “But, you don’t want or need to be here,” “You love her not me…so go, go and get her.”

My mind was racing, I wanted to tell her no but, I couldn’t. I started to speak again but, again she stopped me. “You must go; you must follow your heart.” She said
“What about you?” I asked
“I am hard woman,” she answered, adding, “this is not our time…this is your time to do what is in your heart,” “She is lucky to share a life with you…you are kind and caring person.” “With much spirit…go to call your destiny.”

I was blown away by this. It was the most meaningful gesture ever handed to me. The most unselfish act I had ever been witness to. Here was this girl, this beautiful girl who had never been in love, never once. Yes she has had boyfriends and a lover or two but, she has never been in nor, had anyone truly love her. Yet she still believes it exist. And as she put it, “Would never get on its path.”

I knew she meant that she would never stand in the way of someone else’s relationship and boy, did she prove it. (I told you she was special.) It was hard to close that door because I knew once I left; I would never see her again. I also knew she was right.

I called the front desk to arrange for a cab. Ten minutes later I was on my way back to the airport.

Well, well, well. I wonder how it all turned out? My gut feeling tells me not good, but am not surprised that he went back. How many of us have done the very same thing, thinking things will change?

Great write KC and I'm sure many can relate. Now can you just have him get back with Ekatarina? Pretty please?

It is sad what we will do for what we think is love but only to find out in the end the love was not shared with another as we thought it was.....................waiting for the ending...........

Annoying as all hell, ain't it dragon? Come on Kace, either pop 'em with that 2 x 4 of self worth or show us how gratifying it can be to be sooo flippin patient with a self-indulgent blood sucker. I keep wincing here trying to find a bright side to playing with a rattlesnake when the medicinal use for snake venom's already been discovered!

I said 2 x 4 didn't I, ("hey Marc, what's much thicker and harder than a 2 x 4")follow his heart hell, this is NOT the heart talkin' I'm thinkin it's pre-programming of the subconscious, whispering, but this is HOW it's SUPPOSED TO BE!!!On a self------off a shelf at the convenience of another (Where's my 40 lb unabridged dictionary, that'll work much better than a 2x4) The Russian chick is the only one with a mirror and the guts to look! She needs a different name though, hmmmmm vat to call her? Her name sounds like an over the counter pain killer. duhhhh, intentional?????

okay, I'm done ranting

^^^^^ pain killer omg too funny ^^^^^


ok 3 parts down where does it end?

Now, I'm curious - what's the rest of this guy's life like? Is he a control freak in every other aspect of his life? Hmmmmm....... curiouser and curiouser --- humans - odd beings.