An Unexpected Twist

Welcome back, y’all. I do not have much to say in the introduction today, so I think I will just jump right into the next part of the story. If you are new to this blog, or if you have not caught up, I am in the middle of another mini-series. Please check out last week’s post for Part 1: Falling. 

It was mid-July, Milo and I had been talking for about two months now. We got into this routine of watching a movie or an episode of a show late at night because that was when we were both available. It helps when both people are on the same messed up sleep schedule. Honestly, the more I talked to him, the more I was falling for him. Unfortunately, things did not remain perfect. I did not expect them to remain perfect; we are human after all. But I never expected to face this kind of trouble. At least, not this early anyway. 

Around this time, Milo found out that one of his best friends was murdered. I am not going to go into too much detail, I do not want to reveal any identities by mistake. However, I will say that this was an unexpected and tragic death. The police made an arrest and from what I could tell, the trial is still ongoing. This feels like the plot of a Law and Order episode. I cannot even begin to imagine what Milo went through when he found out about this. 

So, things were rough. In no way was I blaming or faulting him for the situation. But it is unfortunate that this was thrown into our courtship at such an early stage. He needed space and time to process his loss. He said he would let me know when he was ready to pick things up again. I knew he would likely not be the same person when he returned; no one is the same after a loss. I would just have to find a familiar person in the new Milo.

I kept telling myself that this was just a surface issue, there was no need to look too deep into it. He was mourning, that was all. I just needed to be there for him and give him his time. But my mind constantly wondered if I was supportive enough. What if, after all this was said and done, he decided I was not the support he needs in his times of stress? Or what if he felt so lost in himself that he did not want a relationship for a while. If these things happened, I would understand. But I really liked him, and I did not want what we had to end. 

Of course this would happen. He was a small piece of joy in my otherwise bleak life at that time. He was Mr. Perfect-for-me. Of course I would start worrying about a future we may never have. If this did not work out, it would be just another example of my vision coming true. Proof that I will be alone for the rest of my life. 

I knew I was getting ahead of myself, I needed to let him heal first. Once he was in a good place, we could discuss our futures. In the meantime, I needed to focus on other aspects of my life like my career, moving out, and potentially getting a certification. 27 was beginning to be a weird age, but I hoped that meant it was going to get better. I was probably naïve to think that. 

That is probably enough foreshadowing for one post. I know it is a bit shorter than what I normally write. But I feel like this is a good place to put a pause in the story. Come back to find out what happened. Until next time.

- Aemi