Page 88 of Love Harder

“You’re going to break my heart.”

But I guess, in some ways, he already had.

I didn’t sleep much.

So when the morning light broke through the curtains, I arose, and autopilot kicked in. I got ready for the day while The Unicorn slept.

I left him in bed when I went to work.

He asked for a kiss.

He knew things were amiss.

I tried hard to be understanding. But another woman being involved so early on just had me wanting to forget we had ever met.

He texted me throughout the day.

His messages were heartfelt.

They were honest and raw.

He apologized and could see why I was upset. He wanted to make things work.

Message after message was sent, each one expressing himself in ways no man has ever done for me before.

I wish I could share them with you, dear reader, but they are something personal between The Unicorn and me.

But believe me when I say, those messages changed everything.

He called many times.

He wouldn’t roll over and let this die.

He chased me because perhaps he knew I ran when scared.

When I replied, I wrote down my feelings, which I could not express verbally.

Most men would have run the other way because I didn’t hold back. Although he had owned up, it didn’t make things all right.

I needed him to know that I wasn’t one to suppress my emotions. And if he wasn’t okay with that, then we would never work. I also didn’t appreciate a comment he made about our age differences. So I decided to also touch on that because why the hell not?

I didn’t expect him to reply.

I figured he’d run away like all the others had when I was being “difficult.”

But he didn’t.

“Can I call you please?”

This was a man fightingforme, not fighting with me.

I was torn.

But in the end, my heart won.

He called, and we spoke for a long time.

I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

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