by Jeff Shelby
I loved what I knew about him, and the support he’d given me. And I was attracted to him; there was no doubt about that.
But did I know him?
I wasn’t so sure.
“Do you know what my favorite color is?” I asked.
“Rainy, I don’t see what your favorite—”
I cut him off. “These are important,” I insisted.
“What does a favorite color or whether or not I like sushi have to do with anything?”
It was a fair question, and I didn’t know how to tell him what I was thinking. Those questions weren’t important in and of themselves, but what they represented was.
Declan and I didn’t know each other.
And he was asking me if I would consider moving halfway across the world with him.
“I think you should do what you want to do,” I said, answering one of the questions he’d initially asked.
There was a moment of silence. “And what about you?” he asked. “What about us?”
“I don’t know.” My voice was soft.
I really didn’t know. Gunnar’s declaration earlier had overwhelmed me, and Declan’s statements now threatened to undo me.
There were several things I did know to be true.
I liked Gunnar, and I liked Declan.
And if I was being honest with myself I knew that, in some way, I loved them both.
“Rainy?” Declan’s voice was uncertain, as if he thought I might have ended the call. “Are you there?”
“I’m here,” I said faintly.
“What do you think?” he asked. “About…all of this.”
I closed my eyes.
“I think I need to do what I want to do,” I said truthfully.
The problem was, I didn’t know what that might be.
THE END
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