moving out and moving on

On April 17th, 2010, I was having a get-rid-of-it sale. The house had sold and I was trying to get rid of stuff that I wasn't interested in packing. It was a crazy sale, I started late on Friday night and just kept it out and going all day Saturday. Joey and I had been randomly texting for a few weeks - almost daily, and we talked on the phone quite a bit. (I slowly overcame the avoidance mentioned in previous posts.) I got a text from him this Saturday afternoon that asked how the sale was going and if I still had anything left. He said that he was headed to Wal-Mart and that he and Kayla were thinking about stopping by. I gave him my address. I wasn't too sure about this, but deep down I knew it would be nice to see him. In the meantime, another couple had stopped by so they were there when he got there. I was talking to Dawana about stuff going on, had mentioned Joey and told her that I wasn't sure about all this. For once, I knew that I needed to guard my heart. With the finality of the divorce and another relationship gone wrong (very, very wrong), I was hesitant to think about any possibilities. Joey was fun to text and easy to talk to but I had issues that needed to be dealt with, a heart that needed mending and I needed time to just find myself. I felt like I had lost all of my identity over the past 13 years and I needed to regroup. A little later, he and Kayla showed up. We all talked - outside on the front porch. It had started to sprinkle. The others left so it was just us and the kids. Mykids were in and out, of course acting shy. We talked awhile and as he was leaving, he asked if I wanted to go get drinks or something out of Crandall. I told him that I was just too tired but maybe some other time. He left and I went inside. We ended up texting the rest of the night until I finally fell asleep ... with him on my mind. Little did I know that from then on, I would continue to fall asleep with him on my mind ... every single night.