“Okay,” she sighs. “I’m just glad you’re safe. Call me on your way home.”
“I will,” I assure her.
“Bye.”
The phone clicks and I send Ella a text before plugging my phone into the charger.
Yo. Yo. Ell…Ell…Ella. I’m fine sweets. Just stuck in a little traffic.
I plug my phone in and get a quick reply.
Oh snap. That sucks. Glad you’re okay though. I’m not staying at the house tonight, but text me when you get home.
I text her back.
Sure thing.
Every couple days, Ella spends the night at her boyfriend Melvin’s house. Their story is classic and adorable.
High school sweethearts.
Separated by time.
Different life plans.
But they never lost touch.
That fierce, flaming fire of love burning inside of their hearts never went out. Their relationship is beautiful and real. It’s crazy to me how things that seem meant to be work out. When Ella moved back they picked up right where they left off when she moved away six years ago.
And they’re an epic pairing for sure.
Both like to hunt.
Build things.
Fix things.
Spend time outdoors.
Melvin likes to joke that we share custody of Ella. It’s funny because we kinda do.
There are times where I’m envious of their relationship. I don’t get jealous. Personally, I think it’s an unattractive quality, but I have moments where I wish I had someone like Melvin who shared interests similar to mine. I happen to think it would be a lot more fun living in your own, little world if you have someone you’re compatible with living there too.
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Thirty minutes passes.
Then an hour.
I’m approaching the hour and a half mark and traffic is still at a stand-still. I’ve been to turning my car on and off to preserve gas and I’ve reached the point where I’m getting frustrated.
And exhausted.
And a little stir-crazy.
Out the driver’s side window I see a few people getting out of their cars and decide it might be a good idea to stretch my legs for a bit.
Maybe roam around.