“I’ve never been so happy and so sad at the same time in all my life,” I told my best friend.
She had listened to me talk nonstop about meeting Ian, about making love with Ian, about Ian’s flower sending abilities and about how sure I was that Ian was my soul mate for days. The consummate friend, she had commiserated with me tirelessly. And now she offered some advice.
“Go see him,” she said abruptly as I was lamenting his departure for Australia in the next few days.
“What?” I replied, dumbly.
“Go see him. Before he’s out of the country,” she explained.
“You mean like tomorrow?”
I don’t know why I hadn’t already thought about dropping everything and flying to see him before he left the country. I was ready to quit my job and move to Australia if he asked, so this would be small in comparison. But most of all I wanted the chance to be in his arms again, to feel his breath on my body, to know for sure that what I had experienced, felt, believed was real.
“Oh my gosh. I could make this happen,” I said, disbelief rapidly dispersing. Continue reading