So, was Michael the man to tear down Tracey’s walls?
I think you’re going to have to wait a bit to get the end of Tracey’s story. You see, she asked me to step in for a wee bit, and give you MY side of our story. If you haven’t already guessed, this is Michael and just a hint, her story has a happy ending!
Reading through T’s last entry to her blog, I’ve come to realize I’m a lucky man. Either that or she felt REALLY sorry for me. I was a scuzball.
Kidding, just kidding. I clean up nice. What T left out was that I had gotten back from 10 days of camping, gotten a call for work, and went right to work. Heck, it was radio, who was going to see me? HA! I went home that night and told my mother that I had met the girl I was going to marry.
T’s pretty much covered everything. While she was still seeing “The Boyfriend” (please imagine dark, ominous music when that reference is made), we spent many hours having breakfast, coffee, and talking. Lots and lots of talking. To say we became close friends is an understatement. We became best friends. Her family was great as well. I came from a big family, but I was a loner. Hiking, fishing, camping, hunting, canoeing, that was what I liked to do. I was not a “people-person” (no dark ominous music here). The hours we spent together brought out a part of me that I didn’t know existed.
One of the hardest things I have ever had to do in my life was the day I told her she had to make a decision. Talk about a kick in the stomach when she picked “The Boyfriend”. I went home that night, and pretty much decided that I was going to spend the rest of my life alone. You see, I knew from the minute I met her that Tracey was the only lady for me. Well, anyway, she had made her choice, and life goes on, so suck it up sideburn-boy.
Over the next few months I continued to “bump into” Tracey occassionally when she would be at the radio station with “The Boyfriend”. And even though I didn’t let on, I knew it was her that called different times requesting songs. I might have been a scuzball, but I wasn’t stupid, and I’ve always had a good ear for voices. Every time she’d call, I’d tell my mother I’d heard from her, or if she’d been in the radio station I’d tell Ma that she’d been there. It was hard, but I was convinced she was the one for me. But hey, she had made her choice.
The day I found out that Tracey had gotten engaged to “The Boyfriend” was more than heartbreaking. I came home from work that day and went out in the yard with an axe. Wait a second… don’t panic, it’s not what you think. We had an old railroad tie in the yard. A creosote log 8 feet long, and 8 inches square. I took the axe, and over the next three hours I cut the log into kindling. When that was done, I gathered up some of my camping gear and did what I always did when I had to think….I headed for the hills.
I went to a place that was very special to me, and I sat on a rock, a place I had sat many times where I could look over a lake. I could feel the wind, hear the birds, watch eagles soar, and if I was still enough, and quiet enough, the odd time deer would walk right into the clearing with me.
So, as I sat there, contemplating what T had done, I thought out one day, and brought in another. The next morning I gathered my things, walked out of the woods, and back to my car. The only thing I could do was realize that even if I thought she was making a mistake, Tracey had made a decision she thought was best for her, and I had to respect that decision.
Tracey had made her decision, and had to live with it. Life goes on, and Tracey hated all those sappy quotes and sayings at that time. But it’s true.
I would be lying if I said I was heartbroken when I found out about her breakup with “The Boyfriend”. Did I pick up the phone to call her? Hell yes, about 487 times. But I never dialled the numbers. Did I think I had a chance of getting her back? Well now, that was her decision. See, I had some walls as well, and I was not about to let myself be hurt again. I just went on with things, and whatever happened, would happen.
Time went on. Did I date? Not really. I had some good friends, and a couple of times I went out, but no one stirred my heart the way Tracey had, and I was never content.
The night I came home and my mom told me that Tracey had called, I wasn’t sure what to think. What did she want? Did I want to risk getting my heart broken again? Was she worth the chance? Was I wrong in thinking she was the woman I wanted in my life? So, I headed for that special place, and I thought. I thought and I thought and I thought (do I see a bit of a Robert Munsch influence there??).
The only conclusion I could come to was that I at least owed her the courtesy of returning her call. I headed for home, and picked up the phone. And put it down again. Was I crazy? This woman had ripped my heart out of my chest, stepped on it, thrown it in the garbage can, dumped an ashtray on top, then tap danced on my chest. Hell yes I was crazy. God help fools and men in love. Come hell or high water I loved her, and I was going to take the chance to talk to her again.
So, I called. And she answered, and called back a few minutes later. I’d like to say you know the rest of the story, but dear Reader, we’ve only scratched the surface.
I’m going to step back now, and let Tracey take over again. Enjoy the story, and stay tuned. It’s a humdinger.