The moment I realize I am utterly and unequivocally in love with Dillon O’Donoghue.
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The weeks fly by in a mad flurry of activity. Toxic God’s EP is getting more notice, and one of their songs is getting decent airplay on some Irish radio stations. Things are definitely picking up for the band. They are playing three to four events a week now, and the crowd is getting bigger and their following is growing.
One of Glen Hansard’s US contacts has reached out—an A&R scout who works for a major record label—and it sounds promising. Apparently, he loves the stuff he has listened to. He’s due to arrive in Dublin in three weeks to see them perform live, and he wants to talk to them about their future. The guys are freaking out. Giddy with excitement. But I sense reticence within Dillon. Of course, when I ask, he deflects my questions, and eventually, I let it drop.
In between events, Dillon and I wander the Irish countryside on his motorcycle. I’ve kissed the Blarney Stone, explored the incredible Titanic museum in Belfast with my jaw trailing the floor, marveled at the Stone Age tombs and passageways at Newgrange, and given in to my inner sex goddess when I let Dillon fuck me against the cross on the top of Bray Head under the shadow of night.
It’s just as well I’m not religious or I might have been struck down for that last one.
We’ve gone camping with our friends in the Wicklow Mountains, ridden bicycles around the Sally Gap, hiked the Sugarloaf Mountain, watched a few GAA matches, and attended a three-day music festival in Marlay Park, which was basically a three-day-long drink-and-weed-athon.
The highlight of my Ireland trip was definitely the Cliffs of Moher. Words don’t exist in our vocabulary to describe the rugged beauty of the landscape because it was a truly magical, breathtaking, out-of-this-world experience. We spent a full day there, touring the visitor’s center, walking the pathways on either side of the cliff, and I was even brave enough to lie down flat on my belly on the slab front, beside Dillon, while we stared over the ledge. Most visitors stayed back, and we were among the few crazies peering down the steep edge of the cliff side. It was an incredible rush, and an impressive lesson in the true wonder of Mother Nature. It was only later, back in our hotel room, I discovered some tourists have actually died there. It was a sobering moment, and I doubt I’d have been so brave if I’d known that at the time.
My parents’ visit rolled around fast, and we had a fantastic week together exploring Cork and Kerry and driving along the Wild Atlantic Way. Audrey traveled with my parents, and it was amazing to see her. I have really missed her. Initially, she was planning on spending more time in Ireland with me, but I’m on borrowed time with Dillon, and now she’s back together with Alex, we came to a mutual understanding it was best if we spent this summer apart. We still got to spend quality time together during the week, which was amazing, if a little strained.
Ash came to Cork and Kerry with us, and things were a teeny bit awkward between her and Audrey. Ash is naturally Team Dillon, and while Audrey has nothing against her brother, she is clearly rooting for Team Reeve. I really don’t understand why. She’s been pretty tight-lipped, and all she has said is he’s missing me, working hard to make amends, and she has her reasons for suggesting I don’t rule him out. Part of me is incredibly upset with her, even though she insists she is firmly on my side. Not wanting to fight with her over it, I suggested we agree to shelve all talk of men on our trip, and just enjoy ourselves.
That suited me fine as I was still annoyed with Dillon over his outright refusal to meet my parents. Apparently, he doesn’t “do the parents thing.” It stung. Especially after he’d been so romantic in the weeks leading up to my parents’ arrival. It’s not like I asked him to travel with us. I knew he couldn’t take a full week off with his band commitments, but would it have killed him to come for lunch with his mom and Ash? Ash claims he’s in love with me and that has him scared shitless, but it’s no excuse for being rude.
Mom didn’t say anything, but I could tell she wasn’t impressed, even if she loved Cath and they hit it off from the get-go.
Honestly, Dillon gives me a severe case of emotional whiplash at times. He turns hot and cold as often as the Irish weather, and I still can’t figure him out.
Nonetheless, I love him and his stupid stubborn ass.
Finally allowing myself to accept what I’ve known for some time was both liberating and crushing in equal measure. Reeve is still there, still claiming a piece of my heart, and I suspect he always will. It’s not like I can just switch off feelings I’ve nurtured for years with the snap of my fingers. They are like my memories in that regard. An inherent part of me, and no amount of denial will force them away.