That first night back for Ryan, and by mere coincidence...me, was beyond weird and then wonderful and then...yeh, rowdy good.
But this is the next day or maybe the next week, or...
Ok, the next day, later...and my female friend of Louisville Slugger fame stopped by not knowing Ryan had returned, so of course it was coffee and his now infamous return-home cake he (and ultimately I) made/crafted/assembled/formulated (Not counting icing or sprinkles or whippy creme or...and you get the idea.
"God, I am so glad you're home, Ry."
He blushed and grinned and looked at me, and I shrugged and...
"ME TOO," I hollered slightly.
We all laughed. But the truth of the matter is this last couple years have proven one thing to me if nothing else. I am just no good without Ryan. He is the dream come true/significant well-fitting other half that most of us can only dream of finding ever. Unbelievably hunky and smart as any Rhodes scholar could be.
Yep, I got incredibly lucky.
We will go back to London in a few months and he will graduate Oxford and then maybe take a couple weeks to explore the U.K. before returning to life here once more, and I for one can hardly wait.
"Dyl," Jessica said?
Returning to my virtual reality I looked at her and nodded.
"Dyl, you know Jeremy Ryland don't you?"
The name was familiar, and should be since we had dated back in Middle School which is to say it was not exactly one of the more mature relationships ever viewed and consummated on planet earth, but it was fun. Jeremy was adored by everyone who knew him, and respected and envied. Cute beyond words, captain of every team sport on the planet (and a few from Uranus), a raging intellectual jock too...straight a+ grades (which should have made him envied/hated. LOL.)
"Uh, yeh, might have heard the name once or twice," I grinned and she swatted my hand.
"Goofus."
I nodded assent while looking at Ryan, but he showed no emotion whatsoever. God knows what his brain was doing. But I nodded profusely while...no sense denying the obvious.
"Dyl, something is wrong with him and don't poopoo me. I can tell."
"Like what?"
"That's the thing. I don't know, but I DO know he is troubled about something."
"Ok," I said.
"Honey, would you talk with him? See if you can find out what it is? Hate to see him in so much obvious pain."
"ME?"
"I can't think of anyone better."
I blushed.
"But what am I looking for?"
"I suspect you will know when you find it."
Harumph.
Little did I know what this seemingly small but tiny and did I mention little request would turn into.
But then I should know the warning signs by now, you would think...and you would be WROOOOONNNNNG goofus breath. LOL.
The rest of the night went well, without any further mention of Jeremy from either me or Ryan, Bit of a tender spot with Ry too.
CONTINUE TO CHAPTER VIII
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