Dylan once loved someone
Larisa’s pov
It's been eight hours since Dylan told me about his relationship with Tessy. Now I understand why Dylan hesitated to pursue me, even though he had feelings for me. He was afraid it would seem like payback if he chose me. I can see his concerns clearly. It doesn't mean he doesn't love me, but it would appear calculated and vengeful. If I were the judge in his case with Taylor, I would say Taylor deserves the payback. Why would he act so wickedly? Jealousy! But it's not anyone's fault if he couldn't treat a woman well. Right now, I can't stay with Taylor anymore. It's like those girls he dated who ended the relationship and ran away. It also justifies my decision to escape from his manipulative hostility.
As I continued to reflect on every word Dylan said and compared it to his and Taylor's past, I noticed a clear contrast. I couldn't sit on my bed any longer, analyzing my thoughts. My feet urged me to move around the house. Dylan had left for an important appointment, and he said he would be home by 12 pm. We planned to go to a famous boutique later at 2 pm to pick out some clothes for me.
I stepped onto the floor, and my legs led me straight to Dylan's bedroom. I went there because he had some pictures on the wall. I stood a few feet away and stared at them, comparing his way of life to Taylor's.
From the text message that Tessy sent to Dylan's phone, which I read, it was clear that she longed for Dylan's forgiveness. This simply means that women are attracted to Dylan's personality, while they flee from Taylor because of his behavior. He is a narcissist. He tries to confuse you to the point where you lose sight of what is the best decision for yourself. Initially, he builds a strong relationship and establishes trust. Then, little by little, he starts taking away the reasons why you entered the relationship in the first place. But the crazy part is, you still hold onto the memories of that time when you truly loved and cherished him when he was trustworthy. And you might think you're doing something wrong and try to be more pleasing to change his new personality and make him go back to how he was when you first met. But the truth is, that person from the beginning never actually existed and never will. It's like a lure used to attract you, and once he achieves his goal, he stops trying to entice you. That person is just a reflection of the person he knew you wanted to see. He studies you and puts on that fake personality to establish a relationship with you.
That's why when any girl enters a relationship with Taylor, they eventually discover his true nature and run away. The qualities that women love in a man, all of them are present in Dylan's character, they were ingrained in Dylan's body during their time in their mother's womb, and none was given to Taylor. And from Tessy's text message, it seems she wants to continue the relationship with Dylan even though it's been a long time since they broke up.
Does it mean she hasn't dated anyone since then? This question crossed my mind while I was in Dylan's room. It has been over three years, and Tessy is still fighting to get him back.
I walked down the stairs gently, and numerous thoughts started flooding my mind. Just as I saw the uniqueness in Dylan, other women also see it in him. According to Tessy's message, she mentioned five times that she came to New York to find him, even though Dylan told his parents not to give her his address. This lady is very desperate.
When I reached the second floor, there was one particular thought that kept haunting my heart. It was so distressing that I took a glass of water and drank it, hoping it would fade away, but it persisted. Could it be true? I argued with my other thoughts, trying to prove that it wouldn't apply to my situation.
Here's the concept my mind was grappling with: an ancient legend once said that a man would only cry for a woman once in a lifetime. After that, his soul would never allow him to fall in love again.
I could see the pain in Dylan's eyes as he shared his past with Tessy. I saw tears that never fell. It meant he had fallen in love. Yes! He had fallen in love, and that's why he went as far as proposing to her. Will he fall in love with me again?
"But he said he loves you before he went to work." Those words echoed in my mind. Yes, he loves me, but he needs to show it. Love comes with sacrifices, and sacrifices come with pain. How will I know if he won't go back to Tessy, who wants him by any means necessary?
I closed my eyes and yawned for a while. There was a part of me that insisted on putting Dylan to the test. But what if I tested him and he didn't agree? What would be my next move?
"Let him go," another thought came to mind. There was a lot of internal debate, and I started pacing back and forth, eventually going downstairs when I couldn't control my thoughts anymore. This is my life we're talking about, and the direction it takes depends on me. Love is more than just a feeling; it's a choice we make every moment of our lives. I started thinking about the kind of commitment Dylan would go through that would assure me he's afraid of losing me. If he loves me, he wouldn't want to lose me when I present him with a reasonable commitment.
I went to my room and lay down on my back with my hands behind my head, contemplating how to express my thoughts to Dylan. I know Dylan is a good guy, and anyone who meets him would want to stay. But right now, I want to know if he's willing to stay for me. Does he see me as someone worth doing anything to keep this newfound relationship? And because I was so troubled, I forced myself to sleep to give my brain a break from all the complexities of trying to predict a loving relationship.
As planned and agreed, Dylan arrived home around 11:45 am. When he didn't find me in the living room, he walked into my room.
"Sweetheart..." he said, approaching me as I was about to wake up. He came closer and kissed my cheek.
"Nice coincidence. You're just waking up," he remarked.
"Yes!" I still sounded sleepy as I spoke. Ever since he shared his and Tessy's story with me, I felt like I only had a fraction of his heart. He was right! Not all information is good for your peace of mind; some bring doubt instead. I shouldn't have pressured him to tell me that story. I should have given it time. I'm troubled, yes, I am troubled. As he was about to leave the room, I spoke up.
"Honey," I paused, and the way I called his name caught his attention. He turned around and came back to sit on the bed. He thought I needed him in bed, and my voice suggested that, but deep down, I wanted more.
"Did you say you promised your brother Taylor that I would visit his place before the end of the month?"
"Sweetheart, we've discussed this before. Both of us agreed that we didn't want him coming to New York because of you, right? We should keep our relationship hidden from him until you give birth. Then, we can reveal it to the world. I'm not seeking revenge on him for what he did. My parents condemned his actions, and in his apology, he admitted that he wanted to break up my relationship with Tessy because my dad compared our relationships."
"Do you think he succeeded in breaking you and Tessy up?" I asked, trying to gauge his reaction. Whenever I tried to understand his feelings, he seemed to have lingering emotions for Tessy.
"Yes, you can see that for yourself," he replied.
"Are you sure?" I probed further.
"If it wasn't true, you wouldn't be here," he said earnestly, spreading his hands.
Am I being too sensitive? I started observing the way he blinked his eyes, thinking he might be holding back tears of pain.
"I will go to Taylor's house, but on my own terms, not because of any promise you made to him," I stated.
"Honey, what are you talking about? What's going on? You agreed to go to Taylor's place. What changed in your mind while I was away?" he asked.
"Nothing changed. If you truly love me, then you should be by my side whenever I want," I replied.
"Please, love, can you get straight to the point? I can see fear in your eyes. Do you think Taylor will harm you? He knows you're carrying his child. Just the thought of being the first person to give my parents a grandchild, along with his pride, won't make him hurt you. My mom expected me to be the first to give her a grandchild because I had a loving and stable relationship. And to make matters worse, she said it to Taylor's face. There are many things my brother is fighting for that you don't know. I've known him longer and better than you have. Just go and meet him. Me hiding you now doesn't mean I'm running away from our relationship. I love you deeply."
"If you truly love me, I want you to come with me to Taylor's house when I give birth and then bring me back to New York with our baby," I said firmly.
This statement shocked him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Are you ready to do that for me?" I added. His response would determine my fate.
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