Just one week after we said goodbye, Sparky called. And he continued calling on a regular basis, making it clear the door was open for us to see each other again. While slowly getting my bearings as a newly-single college grad, I also contemplated what the future would bring for our complicated love.
I now Open The Vault and take you back to the summer of 1995...
June 20th, 1995
New York, NY
Guess who just called? Sparky! He just returned from Hawaii and said he was calling to say “I love you.”
I apologized for being difficult when we were together.
“You, difficult?” he quipped and we both laughed.
I mentioned having a had a weird dream about being pregnant.
“I hope I was involved in that,” he said.
Before saying goodbye, Sparky promised to call before the week’s end.
Wow. I guess men really do want what they can’t have. Could it be that, now that we’ve ‘broken up,’ our relationship will be stronger?
I’m still intending to move full speed ahead with my life. But I can’t help liking the idea that Spark Plugs will still, somehow, be a part of it.
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June 25th, 1995
Sparky called again today. He said he dreamt that I had called him to say I’d found a prince and was getting married.
“You’re not so easily replaced,” I assured him.
When I teased him about moving on with Polynesian princesses in Hawaii, he said firmly--
“It doesn’t work that way.”
Mom insists that I’ll hear from Sparky “400,000 more times" and that I can bank on him coming to New York before the year is out.
“When a man is in love,” she said, “he doesn’t give up.”
July 20th, 1995
I’m hanging in there. I still have my blue moments and I’m in dire need of a steady job and stable social life, but I’m okay. Being in touch with Mark takes some of the edge off my loneliness. Hopefully, a fling will occur sometime soon.