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“It’s fiction, not real. Real men in real life don’t sweep women off their feet. They don’t profess love the way the books make it seem. They don’t flex their hand after touching a woman. It gives us a false standard of love and sets us up for failure.”
But if I’ve learned anything in the last few years, it’s that a person can be happy and lonely at the same time.
I’m lonely and just want the real-deal, happily-ever-after love story. Haven’t you ever wanted something so bad you can feel the ache even in your bones?
“You don’t have golf.” My lips push into a frown. “Golf is a great hobby or career. You might get instant satisfaction from playing it or feel success, thrill, and excitement every time you step onto a course, but golf can’t give you all the things a meaningful relationship can. It can’t give you comfort, love, safety, laughter, friendship, worthwhile purpose. It’s just a game. It’s not meant to replace everything else in life that really makes us happy.”
Half the time, she’s running away from me, but maybe it’s the running that makes her so fun to chase.
“My red flag is that I believe in happily ever after and the romance tropes that get you there.”
“At first, you don’t really notice. You just think you’re going through a funk. Then, when you do notice, you set your sights on the wrong things, thinking that if you could just attain that next level or next status, then everything will be better. But once you get there, you realize you're still not happy, and you start to wonder if you ever will be.”
“That’s what I like about life. No matter how bad things are, there are always more chances to start again.”
Some kind of something is happening between us. It’s exciting and magical and better than anything I’ve read or seen in fictional romance.
Because when you finally figure out who you want to spend the rest of your life with, the rest of your life can’t start soon enough.
Feelings of sadness and happiness can coexist.
Then I see her. Jane. Relief floods my body. I’m finally home. A sheet of rain is between us, falling on her brown hair, floral skirt, and a pink T-shirt. She’s beautiful. Everything I need. I’ve been wandering aimlessly in a desert, and she’s a pool of water. I’ve never wanted anything more. Jane Hayes is my future and my forever.
Even though it’s happening fast in one fluid movement, I see it all. The look. The lean. The way his head tilts. The masculine one-arm waist grab. The way I gasp when he pulls me to him like he doesn’t just want me…but needs me. The intentional way his lips devour mine, kissing me like he just returned from battle, like he’s starved and I’m the only thing that can satisfy, like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life. You can’t plan a kiss like this. It’s something you feel. It’s straight out of a romance book.
Somehow, I know everything will work out between us. I know we’re choosing each other no matter what.
