Page 82 of Love Harder

All I wanted was him.

The Unicorn spent the weekend, and come Monday, reality set in, and it was time to part ways.

He left and promised to text when he got back home.

This was the moment of truth.

I tried to keep busy at work, but the ghosts of my exes wouldn’t leave me be.

Sparkles and Mötley assured me he was different.

I wasn’t holding my breath.

But when my phone lit up with a text, I was proven wrong.

It was The Unicorn asking how work was.

I needed to chill the fuck out.

This didn’t mean anything.

He was a nice guy.

It didn’t mean he wanted to see me again.

Mötley had the wine and snacks ready when I came home from work.

She wanted to know it all.

And I told her.

Every single thing from start to finish. I needed to express it out loud for fear I had dreamed the entire thing.

She swooned and stuck to her first impression of him, that he wasn’t going anywhere.

It’s remarkable what others see when looking at you.

She told me how he would look at me when I spoke, and he smiled. She said he never stopped smiling. I often wonder what he thought.

He called me that night, and we spoke for about six hours.

The next night, the same thing happened.

My friends were impressed and wanted their own unicorn.

I didn’t know when I would see him again, but it was okay. I liked that we talked well into the night. There never was a pause or a dull moment.

The Unicorn was back at work the next day, so I assumed I wouldn’t see him until he was off next. But he texted me and said he was thinking of coming over.

I was confused.

Did he mean now?

He had to drive out of his way to see me as his house is closer to work than mine is. But he said he wanted to see me.

And I wanted to see him.

So before I knew it, The Unicorn was standing on my doorstep, looking a dirty dream—I mean that in the literal sense as The Unicorn gets his hands dirty in all components of life.

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