The coffee shop today is almost empty. There's Kat who is perpetually behind the counter and she's talking to a man in green overall. Then, to my far side is a middle-aged man with a little girl, probably a father and his daughter. Then, there is me who sits solemnly by the corner watching the
Amila isn't supposed to be home now because she told me she will be working late. But I am careful. On the porch, I hold the doorknob firmly in my hand and take a deep breath. I am soaked to the skin and have goosebumps all over me but this ridiculousness that heralds the fear is not something
Tiffany I haven't responded to the mail about the divorce proceedings nor do I intend to go through it anytime soon. Now that it has been settled that Larry and I can never be together again, I have decided to follow what my head has been telling me all along and that is to be happy with Adrian.
He pauses like he is startled by his name on the tip of my tongue; like the very idea of me calling him is inciting. He leans back and puts his hands behind his head. He is thinking. It has only been a short time since we have come to know each other, at least in a relationship sort of way. I kn
He calls in the evening again, but I don’t take the call. I let it ring once, twice, until his voice mail came in: Tiffany, I miss you. Please call me back. I let it sit until it gets lost in the pile of voice mails I haven’t replied. Before I fall asleep, I make sure to delete it. I don’t nee
Adrian I have never actually seen Tiffany this excited before. What I mean is, I have seen her laugh and play but I have never seen her both nervous and excited. In my car, she places her hands on her thighs and laughs nervously. "Well," she says. "Do you think they'd like me?" "They will," I
"Any lady who could win my brother's heart and make him melt the way you did deserves so much," Tim laughs, and the others do too. "Oh, it's difficult," Tiffany puts a hand against her chest. "Adrian is hard to deal with." "Tell us about it," my father says laughing. He means it as a joke, I kno
Still, I want to tell her all about me. I want to lay all the pieces down for her to see. "There was a girl," I say. She plops an elbow on the counter, waiting. "I loved her but then she went away with someone else." "It's typical," Tiffany says. “Perhaps there wasn't any tangible connecti
By having him so close to me again, I feel like I can become someone good enough for both of us. "Just be careful around him," Madeline says. "I know you…Tiffany. Please be careful." "I shouldn't fall in love with him?" I tease because we both know that I am hopelessly in love with Larry who is
I square my shoulders and look at her dead in the eyes. “I don’t care about anything else, Sweets. I want you to be someone I can be myself with. I want to protect you, love you, and ache for you. I want to be the man that you seek for. Please let me be that for you…for us.” Is This Real?
Larry I pass her the chocolates and she opens it and takes one out. She bites from it and closes her eyes to savor the sweet taste. “Do you like it?” I ask. She nods. “You have good taste. Try it with me, Larry.” We sit together on the couch in the living room and I take one of the chocolat
I actually atop breathing and a shiver runs down my spine when I hear this because, somehow, I know it might be the truth and me clinging onto old memories and what ifs and maybes are because I can’t get over leaving again. “Hard truth, Tiffany?” Laurene asks but she doesn’t wait for an answer. “
I raise my cup and lean forward. We are sitting in a circle so it makes it easy for me to look from either of the friends here with me. “What should we toast to?” Laurene licks her lips and raises her glass too. “To us being the most creative friends on the East Coast.” “To our reunion!” Brynn s
Tiffany I go to visit Laurene at her place to tell her about what has been happening. "I don't support you leaving Adrian for whatever you are doing!" She says to me. "Is that why you gave him my number and where to find me?" I ask. I'm still angry that she did but when I ask this, I am not r
"That is lovely," she says and we kiss again. It feels like this is the best life. I leave her house and go home. I am happy with how everything is turning out to be that for a while I seem to have forgotten about Caroline's cheating and her hurting our son until she shows up at my house the n
"And the divorce papers you sent?" She asks with a rather sharp tone. "That hurt me. What about it? What are we to do with that?" "Tear it up," I say. "I can't stand a minute with you, sweets. Forgive me and stay with me." I take her to my car and drive her home. On the drive home, we are silent
Larry Tiffany kisses me and it takes all of my willpower not to slam her into me and kiss her with all of my pent-up emotions. I miss her dearly and having her so close to me only ignites the longing and doubles it too. After she breaks the kiss, we stand apart just breathing in each other's s