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happy-ever-after in the movie, I didn’t get the usual ‘warm and fuzzies .’ I couldn’t put my finger on it specifically, but it
struck me as very depressing to think that my real-life romance was lacking
compared to a scripted one. Even though Tim and I have been saying those three
little words for months now, our relationship seemed miles away from the love
story in the movie. I hated the thought of wishing for a love found in fiction.
Real life love should be better than fiction.
    The line for an
open stall moved slowly. I inched forward and eavesdropped on the two women in
front of me. They chattered giddily about the new engagement ring decorating
the brunette’s left hand. Her friend complemented the groom’s taste, and the bride
winked conspiratorially.
    “I think my mom
must have had a hand in this,” the brunette said in a hushed voice. “It’s exactly
the one I wanted.”
    “Girl, please.
Give the guy some credit. Andrew knows you better than anyone! I bet he just
got it right. Seriously, that man loves you like nothing I’ve ever seen. I
secretly hate you for it.” The friend put an arm around the bride’s shoulder
and squeezed. The look on the bride’s face when she thought about what her
friend had said was so wistful that I thought she might cry. I wanted a love
like that…
    ***
    “Long line?” Tim
asked when I finally exited the restroom. He offered me his arm and led me out
of the packed theatre.
    “Very,” I
confirmed, suddenly annoyed with myself for being in such a funk. Here I was,
on a date with a really attractive and smart guy that cared about me, and I wished
I had it better. I sighed and pulled him to a halt before he could get in the
car. “Let’s go for ice cream. I’m not ready to call it a night.”
    Tim smiled at me
with his pearly whites and clear green eyes. “Sounds good to me.”
    I stood on my toes
and pressed my lips to his. He was a great kisser; there was no denying that. I
felt his arms come to rest on the small of my back, and I weaved my own around
his neck. Running my fingers through the short brown hair at the nape of his
neck, he gently pressed me against his car. His lips were warm and soft, his
breath mingled with mine as our lips moved together. As the heat between us
intensified, Tim pulled back.
    “What?” I asked,
slightly breathless. This was one area of our relationship that didn’t need any
work.
    “I was just
thinking that there’s something I’d rather do than get ice cream.”
    Tim pressed his
body closer to mine so that I could feel the proof against my stomach of what
he had in mind. Understanding, I nodded.
    “My parents are
out of town again. They’ll be in L.A. all weekend.” Tim’s parents owned their
own consulting business and were often out of town. I noticed his jaw clench.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed back his desire. He was obviously
letting his imagination get the best of him.
    “I’ll just text my
mom and tell her I’m gonna be home late.”
Disentangling myself from Tim’s arms, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket.
    When I turned the
screen on, I found that I already had a missed call and a text from my mother.
I opened the text first, sucking in a sharp breath when I read the words on the
screen. She’d text me to tell me that I had a letter from Spencer. My heart
immediately started beating faster, and I exhaled in what was almost a laugh.
Just knowing that there was a letter waiting for me at home felt like I could
finally breathe, even thought I hadn’t known I was holding my breath. I bit my
lip and looked up at Tim. His eyes were questioning.
    “Tim… I’m sorry. I
have to go home after all.” I racked my brain for an excuse, knowing that he
would probably be a little upset if I passed up sex with him for a letter from
Spencer. I didn’t care though. Spencer had been gone for almost two weeks now
and this was the first I was hearing from him since that brief phone call.
    “What