Page 21 of Omega's Midlife Love
Victor strode over and took a seat in one of the guest chairs. “We need to talk about this Alan.”
I ran a hand down my face. I didn’t want to talk about it, even if he was right.
Victor sighed. “You need to tell him how you feel. This is more than simple admiration, or a schoolboy crush. It’s as if you’ve only been going through the motions of living these past few days, walking around like an empty shell. I think you need to determine where you stand with him.”
“I can’t have him reject me…” I admitted, shuddering at the thought.
“If it’s going to happen, it’s better that it happens now, rather than before you come to rely on him even more. How will you be in six months or a year seeing him every day as close as you are, and he has to leave again, or takes another job? It would crush you.”
Hadn’t five days apart already done that?
Victor stood again. “I’ve hired a car to pick him up at the airport. I also offered him tomorrow off so that he could rest, but he said he’ll be in tomorrow afternoon anyway to inventory and prep for his return.”
“Thank you.”
Victor nodded. “Think about what you want to say to him, Alan.”
He then strode from the room.
I knew what I wanted to say: that I couldn’t imagine a day without him in my life, that I would hang the moon and the stars to see him smile, that he was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
The question wasn’t what I wanted to say, but if I had the courage to say it.
