A Very Merry Mistake

by Lyra Parish

I want to be successful and respected for what I’ve accomplished. Not for who I am.

I’ve learned that in life, you get what you give. So I’d rather put more good in the world than not.

He’s the type of man you wish you could find—the kind that once you have him, you never let him go.

Maybe it’s the green in his eyes and the confidence that rolls off him that makes him so attractive.

She seems familiar, but I think that’s how I feel about women with blue eyes, cute button noses, and pouty lips. Everyone has a type, and she’s mine.

but there’s something calming about him.

Is it possible that the right man has fallen into my lap?

“Tempting. What if I said I like to snuggle and I can’t control where my hands go?” “Tell me, is that a promise, darlin’?” My heart fucking flutters.

He lifts my chin with his fingers, gently encouraging me to meet his eyes. When I do, he smiles, and that’s all it takes for me to realize that this man is what dreams are made of. And the last thing I want to do is hurt him. Though that might be inevitable.

Time is precious, and right now, there is no other person I’d rather be with than you,

I usually have all the answers, but right now, I have none.

“Honey, that’s just not how love works. When you fall for someone, no amount of space between you matters. Sure, you both could say you don’t want to date because of distance or whatever is the case, but love always finds a way. It will work itself out if you two are meant to be together.

I need him, all of him, like I need air in my lungs and blood in my body.

“You two really do look good together, ya know that?”