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For anyone who has ever been afraid to take a risk. I hope you find a way to let your faith be bigger than your fears.
You are stronger than your anxiety.
Although to the people around me, they’d never know. I’m still walking into the facility with a smile on my face,
It almost feels like Nate Campbell, NFL running back, is a role I’m playing.
I think deep down I’m just a simple gal who wants a hot guy with a big truck.
There’s something about a man who drives a truck… I can’t explain it.
I want to be in love. I want all of the romance and the comfort that comes with finding your person. But admittedly, I’m terrified of commitment. I’m terrified of trusting someone with all the vulnerable parts of myself only for them to up and leave, to decide they don’t want it.
She looks beautiful tonight. Mia always looks beautiful. Even in her workout clothes or oversized stained t-shirts with no makeup, hair in a ball on top of her head… she’s a natural beauty.
“Mia. Are you ever going to just take what you want? Or better yet, give her what she wants?”
“You both keep ending up single… if you think that’s just a coincidence, you’re dumber than I fucking thought.”
I buried my feelings for her and put all of my love and adoration for her into the friendship we’ve built.
She needs me in her life as a friend and I’ve been that for her. Because I need her in the same way.
“One of these days we’re going to drive out here and the for sale sign will be gone and a stunning white house with a big wrap around porch and black shutters will sit on this lot and we’ll be out of luck,” Mia says as she sips her milkshake and we pull into the same vacant lot we’ve come to countless times.
he’s totally gonna build her that house
I love this place. It’s my one quiet escape. Somewhere I find myself often. Everything is quiet out here, especially my mind. The stars and the moon shine so fucking bright out here.
There’s literally no one else on the planet who gets me like he does.
Honestly, the only thing that has consistently helped has been Mia. When my mind searches for peace, it’s her face I see and her voice I hear. Every crippling moment has always been made better by the sound of Mia’s voice.
My best friend is the goddamn sunshine in my life when everything around me is dark and gray.
She really would be the easiest person to find in a crowd simply by her wardrobe choices. I’d still probably find her eyes first though.
People are always going to throw stones. Instead of letting those stones knock you down, collect them and build yourself up.”
“You just… You look really fucking beautiful, Mia. Damn.” Nate’s never complimented me like that.
Pretending that you’re fine is easy until you actually accept that you aren’t.
She nestles her body closer to mine and I nod my head against her, wrapping my arms around her. Holding Mia like this feels… right. Like she’s just supposed to be right here, right now, and maybe always.
“It’s just… did you know Nate keeps a collection of your scrunchies in his bathroom drawer? He wears one every game during warm-ups.
“We are just friends though. We’re close, yes, but only friends.”
“I know you are, but…”
“He never looked at me the way he looks at you. I was a placeholder for you, Mia. I think every woman will be until he finally admits his feelings for you.”
But somehow with Mia lying next to me, it allowed me to sleep through the night for the first time in a while.
It’s your day, so whatever you want to do.” How do I tell her that I want to do whatever she wants to do?
A light went on the other night for me. A light that for years I’ve tried turning off, or at least dimming… but it’s getting too strong for me to control anymore and it’s shining like a spotlight over a stage.
Being best friends with Mia is everything to me, but my God, do I need her to be more.
My eyes don’t move from her lips the entire time. Because for the first time in years, I really want to fucking kiss her.
It’s their loss. Anyone who doesn’t see what a treasure you are has no right being a part of your life.”
“Mia, if you think I’d ever let anything happen to you, then you must not know me at all.
And then I look over at Nate, but he’s not staring at all the wonder around us. He’s staring down at me.
“This view really is beautiful,”
“Stunning,”
“You’re in a league all on your own in his mind. You are an island. You’re the one person all this time he thought he missed his chance with.
All the women he’s dated have been polar opposites of you because he knows they aren’t what he wants in the end.
I’ve seen a lot of beautiful things in my life—different places, spectacular views. But nothing beats the way Mia looks today, and I almost just kissed her because of it.
“Don’t bend over like that on this fucking bar giving everyone down here a show.”
“Is this you being protective or possessive?” “Both,” I growl out
I’ve just felt broken for the longest time.”
“Things that are broken can be mended,”
“Well, how can I help?” “You’re already helping.”
“By existing.”
I want a house on a piece of land. I want quiet Friday nights in. I want slow mornings and a woman I can’t get enough of. I want all of that and more—with Mia.
I’ve never had a hard time telling a woman I’m interested, but with Mia it’s so much more than just being interested in her. I’m invested. I’m committed. I’m so fucking consumed by everything about her.
In a split second, I see everything I want in life. A future, a house, a family. And I see it all with Mia the moment she stepped out of that bedroom to come to this party with me.
Nothing I even say will come close to how stunning she looks. There aren’t enough words in the English language to explain how Mia just made me feel when I saw her.
“That’s hardly a picture of the guy’s name, I mean it’s there, sure. But that’s clearly me looking like an idiot.”
