Getting Comfortable

He was only in town for a few short days but we had spent every spare moment together. The younger me would have been afraid to see him leave, afraid to have him so far away and afraid he would tire of me like the times before. I had grown up now though; I was stronger and more confident. We were taking it slow, letting time go by. It seemed to be going well. He had changed a lot, as had I. We were spending time getting to know each other again and catching up on what we had missed. He had gotten married a few months after we had broken up. She got pregnant shortly after the marriage. With a baby on the way he felt the need to get his life back on track and started going back to church. He was ready to be responsible but she didn’t approve of his new changes and kicked him out of the house and her life. He then became unsure if the kid was his and though he wanted to help, she wouldn’t allow him near it. I know this had pained him and that the hurt had made him more considerate to others. He was finally everything I had wanted him to be. He called when he said he would and valued me the way he should have the first time around. We were both changed by the events of the past two years but it was making us a stronger couple. We were falling back into the comfortable routine of being with one another. We were working in a way we hadn’t before. There was no fighting or bickering. We listened and understood. It was so easy, like putting on my favorite pair of jeans. I could feel changes in myself also. I no longer had to force my lungs to fill with air; breathing became effortless once again. As if the vice grip on my lungs had been suddenly released. Life had taken on a more steady rhythm, following a soft melody rather than a few scattered notes on a page. I wanted to enjoy this new song but the nagging questions in the back of my mind threatened to darken the tune. I wanted him back and I wanted to believe in the romance so I ignored the reverberating sound of trouble knocking at my door… I felt a change coming. But what was there left to change?