Page 34 of A Me and Him Thing
I’m scared to see him again.
When I think of Ren:
Ren is my friend.
Ren heals my heart.
I love his humor.
I love his voice.
I love his half smile.
I hate cooking.
Ren is a busy man. (When does he sleep?)
Ren makes time for me.
Ren is willing to adopt.
Ren and I are not moving fast.
Ren is taking things very slow.
The last two sentences say the same thing.
Ren might be the perfect man for me.
Then at the bottom of the page I write in all caps:
I THINK I COULD EASILY FALL IN LOVE WITH REN.
I set my pen down and let the headrest cradle me. Those are the truths of my life. In black and white, right in front of me. Each one feels like an epiphany.
I’ve learned a lot about Ren over the past few weeks. Humorous Ren is his surface personality. It’s very much a part of him, but when I dig deeper, I find the real man underneath. He’s a man who is a deep thinker, a man who takes time to process everything that is being said or happening around him.
I find him fascinating. I feel like he’s a mystery I’m trying to solve, but I’m missing some puzzle pieces.
I need to talk to him. Right now. If I don’t talk to him, I’m going to explode. I have so much to say.
My phone dings, alerting me to a text.
Ren:How’d it go?
I love that he’s checking up on me at the exact moment I’m thinking of him. It makes me feel like we’re on the same wavelength.
Me:Good. Can I see you?
He doesn’t respond right away, even though I can see three dots moving across my screen, evidence that he’s typing.
Five minutes pass before his next message appears.
Ren:I can call.
Why did it take him so long to type “I can call?” What did he type and then delete in the first place?
Obviously, it’s not a good time for him. I’m not bothered. It’s Sunday, his family day, and I thought he might make an exception, today of all days. But his life is full and very scheduled. He’s a family man and a successful business owner. I get it.
