funny.”
“Whoa,” Matt said. “Calm down. What are you talking about?”
“My secret admirer. I know this is a prank. I’m not stupid.”
“Seriously have no idea what you’re talking about, dude.”
“I got an email from an address [email protected] who claims to be a girl from your party at New Years. She’s claiming we are destined for each other.”
He laughed. “I’m not a part of this. Sounds interesting though. What did she say?”
“Wants to meet up or talk on the phone. Saw me at the party. Were there girls at your house I hadn’t met before?”
“Let me think.” He paused for a few seconds. “There were a few. Myra brought another girl from the Philippines. Super beautiful and she was very quiet and nice. Then there was another girl. I think she was a friend of Miranda. Other than that and the girl you brought, I have no idea.”
“This better not be a prank.”
“Why? Do you like having a secret admirer?”
“I’m just not in the mood for games.”
“I’d say meet her. Can’t hurt to go on a date.”
“Do you remember how those blind dates turned out for you?”
He laughed.
“Yeah, not interested.”
We ended our conversation and I stared at the email. Spam wouldn’t have had all the references to Matt’s house. I hit reply.
From: Patrick Wheldon
To: Secret Admirer
Subject: RE: Here goes nothing
Dear person, if you are a real person,
I’m sorry to seem so rude, but I have no interest in dating right now. I’m sure you are a wonderful person and would make a great wife, but you won’t be my wife. Find a man who can love you right. Don’t chase after me because I’m heartbroken. Why do girls do that anyway? You can’t save me. No one will compare to the one I love. If I can’t have her, I don’t want anyone else. I hope you don’t take it personal, but my heart belongs to her. Always will.
I hope you find someone better than what I can give. And I’m sure you will, because I have nothing to give.
Patrick
From: Secret Admirer
To: Patrick Wheldon
Subject: RE: Here goes nothing
I understand. Could we just be friends? Wanna meet me at Starbucks tonight at 7pm? If not, maybe we could just email. I could use a friend right now.
I responded and told her I’d email, but nothing else. Didn’t want to give her any ideas or false hopes. Being heartbroken is contagious and I didn’t want to see anyone as sick as me.
Ch. 19 | Heidi
I tried to tell Andy about Patrick, but he said, “If you didn’t kiss or have sex with him, I don’t care. I’m back now and I know you love me.” I did love him, of course. But things changed. Now I loved him because he needed me, not because I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I could imagine it, because it happened.
We packed a few suitcases and loaded up my car. Andy wanted to leave first thing in the morning. He thought “they” wouldn’t be watching if we left earlier. I agreed so long as we could take my car.
We left at sunrise. Riley played in the backseat as we drove off in silence. I left a message on a realtors phone the night before. Hopefully I’d have no problems selling the place.
Andy didn’t have a destination. We drove south and he said we’d know when we found our new home, just like we knew we were home when we found each other. I tried to smile. Tried to resurrect my feelings for him, but the love I had for him was different now. Less romantic and more sacrificial. Maybe that’s true love, I thought to myself. When you love someone more than yourself, more than your own hopes and dreams.
Movies and books accentuated sensualism and romanticism. I never liked that. Almost boycotted it most of my life. Probably because it made me feel inadequate, like my dreams could never be attained and I’d live my life depressed because of it. I let go of my hopes for the perfect love story, but couldn’t it be just as beautiful to stay faithful
“Whoa,” Matt said. “Calm down. What are you talking about?”
“My secret admirer. I know this is a prank. I’m not stupid.”
“Seriously have no idea what you’re talking about, dude.”
“I got an email from an address [email protected] who claims to be a girl from your party at New Years. She’s claiming we are destined for each other.”
He laughed. “I’m not a part of this. Sounds interesting though. What did she say?”
“Wants to meet up or talk on the phone. Saw me at the party. Were there girls at your house I hadn’t met before?”
“Let me think.” He paused for a few seconds. “There were a few. Myra brought another girl from the Philippines. Super beautiful and she was very quiet and nice. Then there was another girl. I think she was a friend of Miranda. Other than that and the girl you brought, I have no idea.”
“This better not be a prank.”
“Why? Do you like having a secret admirer?”
“I’m just not in the mood for games.”
“I’d say meet her. Can’t hurt to go on a date.”
“Do you remember how those blind dates turned out for you?”
He laughed.
“Yeah, not interested.”
We ended our conversation and I stared at the email. Spam wouldn’t have had all the references to Matt’s house. I hit reply.
From: Patrick Wheldon
To: Secret Admirer
Subject: RE: Here goes nothing
Dear person, if you are a real person,
I’m sorry to seem so rude, but I have no interest in dating right now. I’m sure you are a wonderful person and would make a great wife, but you won’t be my wife. Find a man who can love you right. Don’t chase after me because I’m heartbroken. Why do girls do that anyway? You can’t save me. No one will compare to the one I love. If I can’t have her, I don’t want anyone else. I hope you don’t take it personal, but my heart belongs to her. Always will.
I hope you find someone better than what I can give. And I’m sure you will, because I have nothing to give.
Patrick
From: Secret Admirer
To: Patrick Wheldon
Subject: RE: Here goes nothing
I understand. Could we just be friends? Wanna meet me at Starbucks tonight at 7pm? If not, maybe we could just email. I could use a friend right now.
I responded and told her I’d email, but nothing else. Didn’t want to give her any ideas or false hopes. Being heartbroken is contagious and I didn’t want to see anyone as sick as me.
Ch. 19 | Heidi
I tried to tell Andy about Patrick, but he said, “If you didn’t kiss or have sex with him, I don’t care. I’m back now and I know you love me.” I did love him, of course. But things changed. Now I loved him because he needed me, not because I couldn’t imagine my life without him. I could imagine it, because it happened.
We packed a few suitcases and loaded up my car. Andy wanted to leave first thing in the morning. He thought “they” wouldn’t be watching if we left earlier. I agreed so long as we could take my car.
We left at sunrise. Riley played in the backseat as we drove off in silence. I left a message on a realtors phone the night before. Hopefully I’d have no problems selling the place.
Andy didn’t have a destination. We drove south and he said we’d know when we found our new home, just like we knew we were home when we found each other. I tried to smile. Tried to resurrect my feelings for him, but the love I had for him was different now. Less romantic and more sacrificial. Maybe that’s true love, I thought to myself. When you love someone more than yourself, more than your own hopes and dreams.
Movies and books accentuated sensualism and romanticism. I never liked that. Almost boycotted it most of my life. Probably because it made me feel inadequate, like my dreams could never be attained and I’d live my life depressed because of it. I let go of my hopes for the perfect love story, but couldn’t it be just as beautiful to stay faithful
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