cricket with balls

After a messy and public split, you leave your partner.

They slag you off in the news a bit, and try and make you feel like an idiot.

You don’t care, you’ve proved yourself to the public many times before, regardless of this cheap media stunt you are a legend, and you’ll be ok without them.

This isn’t the first time you’ve separated with them, but you assume this is the last.

While your last separation ended in you marrying them, this one surely can’t, I mean, they through your ass out publicly, banned you from having any contact with you.

It is over.

You know that while you probably still have some feelings for them, you don’t need them anymore.

The good times might have been amazing, but the bad times were fucking excruciating.

You’ll never forget how they made you feel.

It hurts.

You still follow how they are going, and you like it when they do well, and it bothers you when they don’t.

But you no longer get the feeling to go and help them.

They made their decision, and while you think it was wrong, your life has gone on, everything is going well for you.

Then the phone call comes in, they don’t come out and say they want you back, they are just checking in and complaining about their current situation.

You try to be strong, give them advice that doesn’t involve you, and make an excuse to get off the phone quickly.

The week after their life is better than ever, you don’t receive a phone call this time, just an excitable text message.

There is no reason for you to reply to it, but you do, you want them to know that even though they were shit to you, you are not bothered by it.

Then their life falls apart.  You get a 2000 words email sent at 2am their time.

In it you can feel their pain, you realise they can be overly dramatic, but you also know that they are writing this email because they want you back.

You don’t respond to the email, but then you receive a text, and this changes everything. “We need you”.

Not knowing exactly how to play this out, you ignore the text.  You’ve received these before, and then have been left hanging.

But the phone calls come; you know who it is, so you let the voice mail handle it.  The first message is purely emotional, the second is angry and the third is a plea.  The plea talks about the good times, about how good you were together, they tell stories about your deeds, tell you how much they miss you, and plead for you to pick up the phone.

The next call comes through, and you pick it up.

They tell you an e-ticket is already booked for you, they give you the flight details and tell you it is first class.  You don’t say anything back.

You get all your gear together and head for the airport, when you get there, you hesitate before checking in, but you do.

On the flight over you think about what you are doing.  Surely this will all just end in tears again.  This can’t be good for you.

Then you work it out, while you are the calm, sensible and stoic one, you need their drama.

That is why you are on the plane, and that is why, even if they dump you again, you will probably come back to them.

Because you really do like the drama, even if you wish you didn’t.

One day you’ll be too old for this, but for now, you’re just glad to be back together.