MidReal Story
Wanderlust's Unexpected Temptation
Scenario: He has a girlfriend and he wants to travel the world but his girlfriend doesn't want to. He gets the opportunity to travel when he gets a new office job at San Diego California he wants his girlfriend to come but yet again she's not a traveller while he's there he finds a man who he truly wants to be with and falls but feels guilty in the process, it is an Enemies to lovers trope.
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I’ve always wanted to travel the world.
I have a list of places I want to visit, and it’s long.
There are so many things I want to see and do, and I’m not getting any younger.
I’m twenty-four years old, and I have yet to leave the country.
I’ve never even been on a plane before.
It’s not that I haven’t had the opportunity; I have.
I just can’t bring myself to leave her behind.
She’s my everything, and I can’t imagine my life without her in it.
The thought of being away from her for an extended period of time is unbearable, but at the same time, I feel like I’m missing out on so much.
I’m torn between my love for her and my desire to explore the world.
It’s a constant battle that rages inside me every day, and it’s exhausting.
I don’t know how much longer I can keep this up.
It’s only a matter of time before something gives, and when it does, I don’t know what will happen.
I’ve always been a restless soul.
Growing up, I never felt settled in one place for very long.
I was always looking for the next big thing, only to be disappointed when it didn’t live up to my expectations.
I’m never satisfied with where I am, always yearning for something more.
It’s a curse and a blessing, but mostly a curse.
I’ve been like this for as long as I can remember, and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.
That is unless I want it to.
I’ve been stuck in this rut for far too long, and it’s time for a change.
I just don’t know if I can go through with it.
Emily is everything I’m not.
She’s stable, and she knows what she wants out of life.
She’s happy with who she is and what she has, and she doesn’t need anything more to make her happy.
She’s content with living in the same town she grew up in and working at the same job she’s had since high school.
She doesn’t have any desire to travel or see the world.
I don’t understand how someone could be so satisfied with living such a mundane life, but that’s who she is.
That’s one of the things I love most about her.
She reminds me of all the beauty in the world that I’m missing out on because I’m too busy looking for something more.
She’s my anchor, keeping me grounded and reminding me of all the things in life that really matter.
We’ve been together since high school, and I can’t imagine my life without her in it.
We’ve had our ups and downs, but we’ve always found a way to work through them.
Lately, though, things have been different between us.
I can feel it, but I can’t bring myself to talk about it with her.
The idea of losing her is too much to bear, and if I bring it up, I’m afraid that’s exactly what will happen.
That’s why I don’t say anything when Mr.
Johnson offers me a job at his new office in San Diego.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted—a chance to start fresh in a city that has so much to offer—and I can’t bring myself to go through with it when it means leaving Emily behind.
She would never ask me to turn down an opportunity like this, but at the same time, I know she would never come with me either.
She hates change; it scares her, which is the complete opposite of how I feel about it.
It’s one of our many differences, but we’ve always found a way to make things work between us.
I just don’t know if we can this time around.
As much as I want this job—and as much as I know it would be good for me—leaving her behind isn’t an option.
It would break her heart, and it would crush mine in the process.
I don’t know what to do or where to go from here.
I love Emily more than life itself, and the idea of losing her is too much to handle, but at the same time, I know I can’t keep going on like this.
I need a change, and San Diego represents everything I want and more.
It’s the perfect solution, but only if Emily comes with me.
If she doesn’t, then I don’t know what I’ll do.
The idea of leaving her behind terrifies me.
I love her so much, and the thought of not having her in my life is too much to bear.
She’s been there for me through all the good times and the bad, and now that I finally have the opportunity to make something of myself, she may not be there to see it.
The mere thought of that makes me feel sick, but I know that, deep down inside, she would never forgive me if I were to let this opportunity pass me by.
She knows how important this is to me, and she would never want me to give up on my dreams because of her.
As much as she loves me, she would never forgive me if I were to throw away my future just so that we could be together.
She would never ask me to stay, and she would never come with me.
San Diego is seven hundred miles away from our hometown, and even though it’s not an impossible distance for us to overcome, she would never agree to move away from home.
She’s a homebody through and through, and even though I know she would love the city just as much as I do if she were to give it a chance, that’s not something that will ever happen.
She has roots here—deep ones—and there’s nothing in this world that could ever convince her to leave them behind.
I’ve known this since the day we met, and yet, here I am, still trying to make a life for myself in a town that was never meant for me.
The day before yesterday was the first time in a long time that I gave any real thought to leaving home.
It was the first time in a long time that I seriously considered taking the job in San Diego, but after talking things over with Emily last night, I don’t think it’s going to happen.
She loves me too much—more than anyone else ever has—and the thought of being apart from her for even a second is too much for either of us to handle.
We’ve been together for almost eight years, and although we’ve had our fair share of ups and downs, I know we’re meant to be together.
She’s my other half, the yin to my yang, and the thought of living in a world where she doesn’t exist isn’t something I’m prepared to face.
She’s my rock, and I need her now more than ever.
I just don’t know if we’re strong enough to overcome this.
When it comes down to it, Emily and I are two very different people.
We want different things out of life, and as much as I wish it weren’t true, I know it is.
I want to see the world, and she wants to stay put.
I’m not sure there’s a way for us to be together without one of us giving up on our dreams in the process.
I just wish it didn’t have to be like this.
I wish she could see things from my perspective and understand why this is so important to me.
I wish I didn’t have to choose between my love for her and my desire to chase after my dreams, but it looks like I may not have a choice in the end.
“You could come visit me every other weekend.”
She shakes her head at me, tears welling up in her big green eyes.
“You know I can’t do that.” Her voice is soft and shaky, more of a whisper than anything else, as though she thinks she might not be able to keep it together otherwise.
“I could try, but you know as well as I do that I’d never make it out there.I’d miss you too much.” Her hand finds mine across the table, gripping it tightly as though she’s worried I might disappear at any moment.
My heart breaks all over again, knowing how much leaving home would hurt her.
How much it would hurt both of us.
I never should’ve brought it up in the first place.
If I knew it was going to hurt her this much, I never would have even thought about leaving in the first place.
But I did bring it up, and now we’re here, trying to figure out where to go from here.
“Maybe you could come with me,” I suggest, trying to keep my voice light and playful despite the heaviness in the pit of my stomach.
She shakes her head again, squeezing my hand even tighter.
“You know I can’t do that, Ethan.”
I try to smile, but it just won’t come.
“I know,” I say softly.
“You’re not the type to pick up and leave everything behind in search of adventure.
You need your roots, and I get that.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, her voice still soft and shaky as she looks up at me with tears streaming down her face.
“I just don’t understand why this is so important.
Why is this job such a big deal, anyway?You’re doing just fine here.” She looks around the small, one-bedroom apartment that’s been our home for the last five years.
“We’re doing just fine.”
I want to tell her that it’s not about the job—it’s so much more than that.
I want to tell her that it’s about me and the way I’m wired, but I know she’ll never understand.
She’s content here in our sleepy little town, living the same life she’s lived since she was born, and I get that.
I really do.
But I’m not content with that.
I want more, and I’m afraid that if I don’t go out and seek it for myself, I’m going to end up regretting it.
I’m afraid that I’m going to wake up one day, years from now, and wonder what might have been if I’d only had the courage to follow my heart.
But I can’t tell her that.
She wouldn’t understand, and even if she did, she would never forgive me for leaving her behind.
So instead of telling her what I really feel, I tell her what I think she needs to hear.
“I think you’re right,” I say with a shrug.
“We’re happy here, and maybe that’s enough.”
For a moment, there’s a flicker of hope in her eyes, but it fades just as quickly as it came, and I can tell that she knows I’m lying.
She knows me too well not to see right through my bullshit, even when I wish she wouldn’t.
