Getting him Back by Anna Pescardot

you don’t mind.’
    ‘Why?’ I
asked.
    ‘I think it’s
best.’
    He stopped the
car near the park and switched off the engine. ‘I know you’re upset
about everything and I’m upset too but you’ll get over it. You got
over your ex, right? I think I’ll get over it too. Let’s just say
we did get back together and you cheated on me in a couple of
year’s time. I don’t think I’d get over that.’
    ‘And I don’t
think I would get over it if you cheated on me, either.’
    ‘So you agree
it’s for the best to call it a day now?’
    I tried to stop
myself from crying again. ‘It doesn’t matter what I say. You’ve
already made up your mind anyway.’
    He didn’t
say anything; he just kept staring out of the window.
    ‘I may as well
go then,’ I said.
    He unfastened
his seat belt. ‘I’ll let you out,’ he said attempting to open his
door.
    ‘No, you don’t
need to get out. I can open the door myself.’
    He sat back
down. ‘Ok, you do that then.’
    I opened the
door and stepped out onto the pavement. I looked at him. He looked
so gorgeous, yet so familiar at the same time. Why did I meet him
at the wrong time, when I was on the rebound? I should have
realized how special he was the night I’d first met him. ‘I guess
this is goodbye, then,’ I said, hoping that he would suddenly
change his mind, but he didn’t.
    ‘You look after
yourself, Terri,’ he said, before switching on the engine and
driving out of my life forever.
    I walked
slowly down the path. I knew why he’d dropped me around the corner.
He knew I’d not want to go straight into my house, to face my mum.
He knew me so well. I decided to sit in the bus-stop for a while;
it was quiet. All the buses had stopped running. I put my head in
my hands and started sobbing again. If it was possible, I cried
harder and longer than I did with my ex. I must have fallen out of
real love with him ages ago. I was so glad he cancelled the wedding
now. I just wish I didn’t have to go through the pain of another
break-up. This was going to last for weeks; I didn’t need the
hassle now that I’d got my promotion. If there was one thing Mia
taught me it was not to bring your personal problems into work. As
I sat with my head on my lap, tears pouring out of my eyes I sensed
a presence enter the bus-stop. I felt scared. I couldn’t look up. I
was scared they would make a fuss because I’d been
crying.
    ‘Terri.’
    I recognized
that voice. It was Freckly Mark. What was he doing here?
    I raised
my head. ‘Mark?’
    He sat
down on the bench, next to me. ‘I was half way down the road and
the DJ started talking about love, for some reason, and that’s when
I knew what an idiot I’d been.’
    ‘What do you
mean?’
    ‘Well, I just
parked the car and ran back down here. I knew you couldn’t have got
far!’ He put his arms around me. ‘Look at you, you’ve been
crying!’
    ‘I know,’ I
said, continuing to blubber all over him.
    ‘It’s ok. I’m
here now and I’m not going anywhere.’
    I looked at his
face. ‘Do you mean that?’
    He
smiled. ‘Only if you promise me you’re not going anywhere
either?’
    I threw my arms
around him again. ‘You know I won’t!’
    ‘Great. So, how
do you fancy going for a walk around the nature reserve tomorrow
afternoon?’
    I saw a
cheeky but totally sexy glint in his eyes. I knew what he was
getting at and I couldn’t wait. ‘You bet! And I promise I won’t
push you away this time!’
    He pulled
me towards him and we kissed. I’d never felt so happy. I was a
changed woman. I vowed to go through my wardrobe as soon as I got
home and throw away my green velour tracksuit, my pink velour
tracksuit and any other lounging around clothes. I’d also get rid
of any baggy white knickers and bras with the underwire missing. A
trip to the lingerie department was in order – especially now that
things were going to get steamier. I was going to try new things
too; I’d learnt my lessons. Mark Wyatt