Love Leaps: A Short Story Read online

  Love Leaps

  a short story

  Karen Jerabek

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2012 by Karen Jerabek

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  For Kate and Lily,

  my heart, my joy, my loves

  Love Leaps

  “I don't understand what that means,” I stammer, trying to make sense of it all.

  “Well, it just means I need some space,” Gray says quietly.

  “I know, you said that. But what does it mean?” I ask, begging for answers. After spending almost a year together, I'm not sure if this is his way of breaking up with me.

  “I don't know, Emma. It just means I need a little time to sort things out in my head,” he says.

  “Are you breaking up with me?” I ask pointedly.

  “No,” he hesitates.

  “Are you sure, because this feels like a break up,” I say choking on my tears.

  “I'm sorry. I just haven't felt like myself for a long time and I need to get back to who I am, that's all.”

  “I still have no idea what that means,” I say exasperated.

  “Don't you ever wonder if you're living someone else's life, just going through the motions?” he asks.

  “No, I don't. Are you having some sort of quarter-life crisis or something?”

  “No, well, maybe. I don't know. I just need some time to figure it all out, that's all. Can you just trust me?” he asks but I can't answer him.

  “Emma, I love you, but I just need this right now,” he says quietly. “Please don't cry.”

  “I'm sorry,” I mutter as I wipe the tears away from my face with the back of my sleeve.

  “Don't be sorry. I don't want to hurt you. Just give me a couple weeks or so to sort through all this stuff that's jumbled in my head,” Gray pleads.

  “So we're not broken up?” I ask hesitantly.

  “No, we're not,” he says, but I'm not reassured.

  “And this is just for a couple weeks?” I ask.

  “Yeah, probably,” he says. “I don't know exactly, but probably.”

  “So, what are you going to do, to figure this out?” I throw at him, finding this whole idea of taking some space ludicrous.

  “I don't know. I think I might go visit Cole for the weekend or take a few days off from work. I don't really have it figured out,” he says, sounding very tired.

  “So you're going to take some space and not see me at all,” I say, blinking back the tears. “Are you going to call me?”

  “I don't know. If you need me, you can call, but I think I just need to have as few distractions as possible while I get my life figured out.”

  “I see,” I sigh.

  “I know this is hard,” he says.

  “You have no idea,” I throw back at him. “You're asking me to flip a switch and pretend like we're not a couple so you can go figure out your life or whatever without any idea how long that's going to take.”

  “I know it's really selfish of me, but I've been feeling like I'm suffocating and I don't know what else to do,” he says.

  “Fine,” I say defeated.

  “Are you really okay with this?” he asks.

  “Don't ask me to condone this. I don't understand this at all. But what other choice do I have?”

  “I'm sorry,” he sighs. “I'm really sorry. I hope that I can figure things out and be a better man and a better boyfriend.”

  “Well,” I sigh and take a deep breath. “Good luck.”

  “Thanks,” he says and hangs up.

  And just like that, the man I thought I was about to be moving in with is half way breaking up with me and going off to do some crazy self-exploration crap where he hopes to find himself. I'm so not okay with this.

  It's late and we've been on the phone for a couple hours. My head hurts and my eyes are tired and all I want to do is sleep. I toss my cell phone on my nightstand and flip off the light. As I'm enveloped by darkness, the tears start rolling down my cheeks and I'm overwhelmed by my sobbing. Drained and exhausted, I finally fall asleep after an hour of crying. My eyes are nearly swollen shut and my pillow is drenched in tears. Sleep is a welcomed reprieve.

  In the morning, I toss back several ibuprofen and chug a Red Bull. I need my head to stop pounding and I need some energy to get to work on time, actually getting there at all will feel like an accomplishment. As I glance in my hallway mirror on my way out of the house, I look like I'm headed to a funeral. I'm in head-to-toe black with my darkest sunglasses on. Maybe I should go change. Screw it, I tell myself. This is how I feel and I don't have time to change anyways.

  I slide into my cubicle fifteen minutes late but no one seems to care. Logging in at my computer, I start shifting through some folders, trying to look busy like I've been there since 8am. As soon as my computer loads, I open my email and shoot off a message to Jessica, my best friend, giving her the quick synopsis about Gray which I still can't seem to wrap my head around.

  “I don't get it,” she writes. “This makes NO sense. Maybe this is just a lapse of sanity and after the weekend, he'll pull it together.”

  “Maybe,” I mutter under my breath. I just wish I knew what he was talking about. The mystery continues.

  A few hours later, Roger waves and smiles as he's walking by my cube. I glance up, smile back and keep on typing. But then, I stop, swivel around in my chair and call out to Roger to come back for a second.

  “Hey, are you heading to lunch?” I ask, trying to be nonchalant.

  “Yeah, just to the deli across the street. Do you want anything?” he asks with a smile.

  “I could use a break, do you mind if I tag along?” I ask sweetly. Roger and I are friendly but we're more acquaintances than lunch buddies.

  “Sure,” he says and shrugs, still smiling at me.

  As I get in his car, I try to make polite chitchat with him about his dog and his girlfriend and his weekend plans. I just nod as he answers without paying much attention.

  “Okay, so I really need your help,” I say, sounding a little more desperate than I had hoped.

  “Um, okay Em, what is it?” he asks, glancing at me curiously.

  “So, my boyfriend, Gray, and I have been dating almost a year and things were great or well, they were pretty good but then last night he said he felt like he was living someone else's life and that he needed space to figure it all out. This makes no sense to me at all!” I say exasperated.

  “Of course it doesn't,” he chuckles. “You're a girl.”

  “Okay, but what does it mean?” I ask.

  “Girls don't need space. They thrive in relationships. But, men need some space here and there to get things figured out,” he says.

  “Why?” I ask dumbfounded.

  “I don't know why,” he s
ays. “That's just how we're programmed, I guess.”

  “But, he's never needed space before,” I pout. “Why now?”

  “My guess is that he's really stressed out about something. And, he probably did need space before and either didn't take it or only needed a day or two so you didn't really notice it.”

  “So, what am I supposed to do?” I say, feeling no more closer to understanding this need for space thing than I did before.

  “Just leave him alone,” Roger says.

  “That's it, just leave him alone?”

  “Yep, he'll figure it out,” he says with a level of confidence that I don't share.

  “What if he doesn't?” I ask quietly. This is a question I haven't really allowed myself to think until right now. As the words leave my mouth, I'm flooded with this stomach turning sense of fear.

  “He probably will but if he doesn't, then you'll just need to let him go,” he says practically.

  “And so what am I supposed to do in the meantime?” I ask, starting to feel some anger bubble up inside of me.

  “I don't know, hang out with your girlfriends more, I guess,” he offers.

  “So you're basically saying that you think he's normal, that he'll figure it out and that he'll come back to me?” I toss at him.

  “No promises,” he says, trying to avoid any future blame. “But yeah, I think that about sums it up.”

  “Alright,” I sigh. “Thanks for the male insight.”

  “Sorry it isn't what you want to hear,” he says and pats my shoulder. “Just give him some space and it will all work out.”

  “Well, do you think he's trying to break up with me and is just using this as an excuse?” I ask.

  “No, I don't think he'd be that selfish. I've only met him a couple times at the office, but he seems like a decent guy. Try not to worry about it,” he says with a shrug.

  “Thanks,” I say, realizing my shrink time with him is up. We walk into the deli and order a couple sandwiches to go, while I make some more mindless chitchat that is totally irrelevant.

  The next several days go by in a blur. I spend countless hours pouring over relationship advice articles. I'm devouring everything on the web that is available yet nothing seems to make me feel better. I'm trying to respect Gray's decision to take some time for himself but it's killing me not to talk to him. We used to text several times a day, see each other most nights out of the week and when we didn't see each other, we were on the phone to check in before we went to bed. Now, all of that has been ripped away and I'm left with a gaping hole. I checking my cell phone obsessively, hoping he'll have texted or called. He hasn't. I try to remind myself of that fact before I check my phone again for the hundredth time but I can't help it, I look anyways. I want to call or at least text him to see how he's doing, but all the self help articles beg me not to do that. They say that the longer you chase after a man who needs space, the more time he'll need before he's ready to come back to you. And so, I bite my nails instead. It's a disgusting habit that I still haven't been able to break as an adult. But, it's better than eating Ho Hos, I reason.

  Jessica made me promise her that when I felt the urge to call Gray, that I'd call her instead. She agrees with the psycho babble that I'm reading about respecting a man's need for space, especially if you want the relationship to continue. And I do, I think.

  I say “I think” because while I've been obsessively checking my phone, calling Jessica multiple times a day and reading online articles incessantly, I've also developed quite a bit of anger. I'm really pissed off and I'm not quite sure I want a relationship with a man that will just take off with some vague reason of needing space and no agenda or time limit in mind. I want a man that will never walk away. After reading a couple hundred articles on the subject, I'm beginning to wonder if that's even possible to find. They keep insisting that all men need space and that they all take it in their own ways. Women on the other hand don't really need space, they need to talk about their feelings and get reassurance. Of course, that actually makes sense to me. But, running away and hiding, while you wait for an epiphany makes absolutely no sense to me whatsoever. Men!

  I glance at my phone again, and it's blank, as usual. I blink back some tears that well up in my eyes. My emotions are ping ponging around. I go from being pissed off to being sad to being hurt to being angry. It's all jumbled together and I don't like how I'm feeling. It makes me feel neurotic and totally out of control. And that makes me really mad.

  Just then, my cell phone comes to life and pops up a message icon. I pull my text messages folder open and am surprised by who's name is there. I was hoping it would be Gray, but it's not. It's Sam. I haven't heard from him in months. All it says is, “I was thinking about you, want to get a drink soon?” We dated briefly, if you even want to call it that, right before Gray and I met. Despite fireworks in the sexual chemistry department, it didn't feel like it was going anywhere. So, when Gray came along, I said goodbye to Sam and our casual fun and launched myself right into a solid, happy relationship. Sam and I kept in touch briefly for a couple months but as Gray and I got more serious, Sam faded out of the picture. Somehow, I knew he wasn't gone for good but I also wasn't sure when he'd pop back up. And with impeccable timing, here he is.

  “Hey stranger,” I text back to him. “I know it's last minute, but I could grab a drink tonight, if you want.”

  “8 pm tonight at The Flying Saucer.” His reply is immediate, almost as if he was sending that text before mine got there.

  “See you then,” I send back, still not sure if I should have even responded to the text message, let alone agreed to meet him for drinks tonight. But it's already done. Now I need to confess my sins, so I hit speed dial.

  “Hey. How's it going?”

  “Hey, I'm good. Look, I have to tell you something,” I say hesitantly.

  “What's wrong?”

  “Nothing. I got a text from Sam today and we're going out for drinks tonight. I thought I should tell you,” I say and take a deep breath.

  “What? Are you crazy?”

  “Jess, I know what you're thinking. But, he texted me first. I didn't go looking for him. Plus, he's a nice guy and we always had fun together. I can't stand sitting at home watching mindless TV every night while my head keeps replaying my last conversation with Gray.”

  “I know you're driving yourself crazy about Gray and I think it's good to get out and do some other things besides sit at home, but you haven't even wanted to go out with me. Why do you want to go out with Sam?” she asks suspiciously.

  “I just haven't felt like going out. But, there's something about Sam. He's always happy and upbeat and I think he'd really help get my mind off of Gray, at least for a couple hours.”

  “As long as those couple hours aren't in his bed,” she says disapproving.

  “I'm not going to sleep with him. We haven't even talked in months. We're just two old friends, catching up. Plus, I promise I'll go out with you this weekend, okay?” I ask.

  “Well, I just think it's dangerous to be around a man who can make your clothes fall off,” she says.

  “It's not like that anymore,” I plead.

  “It's always like that,” she says matter of factly.

  “Really?” I ask her. “You don't think we can be civilized friends meeting for a drink and to catch up?”

  “With Sam, no. If your clothes aren't on the floor tonight, then your head's going to be in the clouds tomorrow,” she warns. “He's just one of those guys.”

  “So what?” I toss back at her. “Gray left me. He hasn't called me, texted me, nothing. He doesn't care about what's going on in my life or what I'm doing. I'm sick of this “space” that he's taking. It's not fair to me. So, maybe I don't want to be with him when he's done hibernating!”

  “So you think Sam's a better match for you?” she asks.

  “I don't know, maybe. We have a definite physical attraction and we get along really well,” I start. “I just think the t
iming was off with us, so I never got to see if things could have worked or not between us.”

  “Hmm,” Jessica says, not liking what I'm saying.

  “It's just a drink. Geez. He might even have a girlfriend or a friends with benefits or something,” I say.

  “If he had any of those things, he wouldn't have texted you,” she says quietly.

  “Yeah, you're probably right,” I say and smile. He's always been the one that got away...the one that I didn't have time to see where things might go. He didn't want a commitment when we were hanging out and that was okay with me for a while but then I really wanted a relationship. He wasn't ready, and that's when I met Gray. But, it never felt finished with Sam. It still doesn't. I'm hoping tonight will give me some answers. And if nothing else, I'll have a couple drinks and a few laughs. I could certainly use that about now.

  “I still think you're playing with fire,” Jessica says. “You love Gray and you need to wait this out a little bit longer and see what he has to say when he comes back.”

  “And when is that going to be?” I ask, getting angry. “When is my loving boyfriend going to quit shutting me out of his life and come back?”

  “I don't know. But maybe you should give it another week or two and then you can go out with Sam once you've seen where Gray is at and you know what's going on with your relationship,” she says reasonably.

  “I am done waiting!” I huff. “I'm done!”

  “Okay. But, are you sure you want to go out with a man who makes your clothes want to fall on the floor?”

  “Yes I do. I want to go out with a man that finds me attractive and who wants to spend time with me,” I say, becoming more determined.

  “Okay,” Jess sighs. “Should I bring over a chastity belt for you?”

  “Probably,” I laugh. “No, seriously, it's just a drink. Don't worry about it.”

  A couple of hours later, I'm walking up to The Flying Saucer, wearing a white tank top, jeans and the highest heels I own. I spot Sam already at a table outside and wave. He smiles and stands up. Hugging me hello, he whispers, “You look amazing!” His hug lingers just a second or two longer than it should and then he motions for me to sit down across the table from him.