God Bless the Broken Road…

"Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars, pointing me on my way into your loving arms…"

Yesterday Bobby and I went to his friend’s wedding (which makes 3 weddings we’ve been to since we started dating). The reception was taking place right next to one of our favorite pizza places, and since the Buckeyes were playing, we decided to head over there after we were done at the reception. We didn’t want to go drink beer and eat pizza in wedding clothes (I got to wear my black and red New Years Eve dress, which I just LOVE!) so we brought some clothes to change into at the reception.

When I was in the bathroom changing into my OSU hoodie and jeans, the song "God Bless the Broken Road" by Rascal Flatts was being played. I’ve always enjoyed the song, but the lyrics really hit me this time…

I was so certain that Ken was the one I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. Now I look back at the relationship with bitterness and anger. If someone had told me a year ago that I’d feel such animosity toward him now, I would have thought they were crazy. Sadly, that has made me a little hesitant and wary about things with Bobby.

Last night I stayed over at his house, so basically I’ve spent most of the weekend with him. Right now, I’m lying in bed typing this and I miss him. I want so badly to be lying next to him. I’m falling deeper in love with Bobby and it feels right. Last night he told me he loved me. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic thing, but it was honest. I made some comment that kind of made fun of myself (can’t remember what it was) and he said "Aw, I still love you". So I asked him "Do you?" and he replied with "Yes, I guess."

I know, it’s not exactly storybook, but since blogging can’t capture the essence of a moment, I have to elaborate and say that it was more of an eye-opening Wow-I-Really-Do-Love-You-And-Just-Realized-It rather than a Yeah-Whatever kind of Yes-I-Guess. I joked that he was oh-so romantic and let it slide. I will wait to bring it up again later. There are just some times where he wraps his arms around me and squeezes me so tight and I have this involuntary sigh of happiness–the next time that happens, I’m going to allow myself to articulate my thoughts, which are that I love him.

I just have to hope that he’s the end of the broken road, and not just another detour.