Page 32 of Right Place, Right Time (Second Chances)
Maybe?
Could I love her?
I sure as hell feel something for her.
“Sean…how did you know? With Jules? How did you know she was the one?”
Sean’s quiet for a minute, and I can tell I just threw him for a loop. “You serious right now?”
“I don’t know.”
“It’s different for everyone, bro. With Jules, I just knew. It was so obvious it just couldn’t be explained as anything else. It hits you like a fucking Mack truck, dude.”
“Must not be love if I had to ask then, huh?”
“Maybe, maybe not. You’ve got so much shit in your head, you haven’t allowed yourself to relax and go with the flow. I bet once you do, it’ll hit you,” he says. “If that’s what it is,” he adds as an afterthought.
“I guess.”
“So I take it Kate won’t be coming to Sturgis?”
I’m grateful to Sean for changing the subject. “Not her scene.”
“Well, I can’t wait to meet her,” he says, and I can tell he means it.
“Same here. Maybe after she graduates,” I tell him, even though I have no clue what Kate wants to do after she graduates. All I know is she plans to go to medical school, even though she doesn’t want to, but I don’t know where. Shouldn’t you know something like that about the person you’re in a relationship with? Are we even in a relationship? What if she chooses a med school in another city? Am I supposed to just follow her? I followed her here…does she expect me to now? I’m getting way ahead of myself.
“Earth to Spencer.”
I shake the thoughts from my head. “Sorry, man.”
“It’s all good. I remember when Jules and I first got together. I spaced out a lot,” he chuckles.
I frown. I hadn’t been there for that. I wish I could have seen my best friend acting a total fool in love with his girl. I’d only met Julia a handful of times before I left South Carolina. Even in those brief moments, I could tell how much Sean loved her and how much she loved him. They looked at each other with stars in their eyes and shit.
Do Kate and I look at each other like that?
“Hey, man. Sorry to cut this short but Jules just got home with dinner. We’ll talk next week?”
“Yeah. I’ll look for a pull-behind.”
“Me, too. Later, bro.”
“Later.”
I end the call and as usual, my thoughts drift to Kate. Will I ever be able to let go of my past enough to just be in the present? Will I ever be able to fullyfeelanything with her until I do?
