Love,
Elle
For the first time since I was a kid, I feel my eyes start to water. In the past year, with everything I’ve gone through with Mikey, I didn’t cry once. Now, I can’t hold the tears back. I’m trying my hardest to stop them, but they’re rolling down my face like a raging river.
I think about calling her, but I know I can’t. I’ve already pushed her too much. I have to give her the time she needs. I read the note again, take a deep breath, and shove it in the glove compartment with all the Kleenex I bought for her.
When I get back home, I sit in my truck, staring at the lake. I don’t even know what to do. Without me realizing it, my life’s changed completely in the last four days. I went from wanting to be alone to never wanting to be without Elle again. In my hard, skeptical soul, I didn’t think it was possible to feel this way about anyone or anything. And I certainly didn’t believe in love at first sight. But now I know what I’ve been trying to avoid thinking about for the last few days is true: I’m in love with her. I’m deeply in love with her.
I’m a man of action. I go after what I want, but in this case, I can’t do anything. The ball’s firmly in her court. When I finally drag myself out of the truck, I head down the hill. I grab a few logs, put them on the block, and start chopping. It looks like my woodpile is about to get a lot bigger.
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