My Favorite Holidate

by Lauren Blakely

“It’s so obvious that you’re a dream come true to him. Why don’t you let your own dream come true?” Way to see inside my soul. “How do you know this is a dream of mine?” I counter. “Because I know you,” she says. “Because you love deeply. You love your sister deeply. You love us deeply. You feel everything. I’ve seen the way you look at him, but you’re so afraid the things that scare you have become more powerful than love.”

“The first step is saying it,” Josie goads. “The second step is doing something about it,” Everly adds. “The third step is banging,” Maeve finishes.

I say goodnight, then get ready for bed alone for the first time since I’ve been here. While I do, I think about the Girlfriends’ Guide to Getting Your Man Back. Step one—saying it. Step two—doing it. Step three—coming back together.

And I’m pretty sure I want all those things more than I want to stay here, stuck. I’m ready to do the hard thing. I’m ready to fight for my man.

“You’re my favorite holidate.” “I’ll be your favorite date every day of the year.”