Page 80 of A Slice of Love

We decided we’d wait until the season is over to figure out what our next move is in terms of being together full-time.

I won’t lie, the wait is excruciating.

The irrational part of my brain says to just quit my job and jump in with both feet.

The rational part knows that’s a stupid idea.

And it’s not like Jonas can just move wherever he pleases with his budding NFL career.

So we wait.

We wait and it sucks.

It sucks because we keep missing things, like birthdays. Some holidays. Anniversaries.

On a sad sigh, I open our latest notebook—we’re on our sixth for the year—flipping through the pages, smiling at the silly things we tend to write to each other.

I stop at one I both love and hate to read, because apparently I’m a glutton for punishment.

Yesterday at practicethe guys were talking about all the dates they’ve been scoring on Tinder. I won’t lie, it makes me super fucking jealous. I want to take you on dates. I want to go home to you at night, not an apartment full of horny jocks. I want your goodnight kisses and your good morning ones too.

I want you.

God, I fucking miss you.

Shit. Sorry.

I shouldn’t have written that. That’s not going to be fun for you to read later.

I’m sorry.

I love you.

My heart tugsat the ache I feel in his words.

Jonas apologized to me for that before I even read it.

I’m glad I had some warning, because if I’d have read that without one, I’d have broken.

I flip the page, hoping for something funny to follow.

Rememberthe dude I told you about who thinks he’s hot shit?

Guess who shit his pants in the gym today in front of everyone…

Instant. Fucking. Classic.

We laughedabout that one for weeks.

The guy deserved it, especially after he sacked Jonas in practice.

Jerk.

I flip through to another page.

We havea video chat scheduled in five minutes, but I had to get this off my chest before I explode and accidentally tell you.

Remember last week when we were discussing some of our sexual fantasies?

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