Four Week Fiance

So I'm sorry, I can't honor my promise. I can't never forget you. I can't do this anymore.

Mila

Dear Mila,

You were wearing a white shirt with a green cardigan. Your hair was pulled back, slightly messy. You had on a soft pink lipstick, light mascara. You were excited because you were going to a concert the next day with Sally and you had good seats. You were dancing around the living room with a water bottle singing along to some horrible Top 40 song. You stopped abruptly when you saw me standing there watching you. And then you started laughing. And then I started laughing and you threw a couch cushion at me for laughing at you. Even though, I told you I was laughing with you. Your eyes narrowed and you glared at me and I laughed some more, my eyes on your lips, wondering for the briefest of seconds what it would be like to kiss you. Then you walked closer to me and hit me in the shoulder and I moved back abruptly, slightly uncomfortable at the touch. Not because I didn't like you, but because it made me feel something electrifying. A wave of worry and disappointment crossed your features for the briefest of seconds when I stepped back. And I knew I'd hurt you. And I hated that. I then reached over, brushed a wisp of hair from in front of your eyes and you gri

So yes, dear Mila, I remember that moment. I remember every moment. I know it seems like I've for an abyss of a soul, but I don't. The hardest part of being me is holding back from you when all I want to do is hold you close for an eternity.

You don't have to honor your promise, but I'll always be here. I'll always remember you and I'll always be here waiting. Waiting for the day when it doesn't have to be this hard.

TJ

Chapter Seventeen

TJ

Two Weeks Later

My heart was racing as I made my way over to Cody’s house. He’d told me to come over. He told me that Mila knew I was coming. And yet, I was still unsure and uncertain as to her reaction towards me. What would she say? How would she feel? She’d never responded to my letter. And I hadn’t wanted to harass her and bombard her with calls and texts. I was dying to see her. Dying to hear from her, but I knew I’d fucked up. I knew I hadn’t been the man she’d needed and now I had to be patient.

I rushed up the stairs to Cody’s house and pounded on the door, anxiety killing me.

“Hey,” Mila answered the door, her brown eyes friendly but hesitant.

“Hey.” I said, my throat dry. I didn’t know what to say. She was here, in front of me, as beautiful as ever. “Cody invited me over.”

“I know.” She nodded. “He’s not here.” She ushered me in. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh?” I said, my body turning cold. “Why?”

“Because there’s something—”

“Wait.” I held my hand up. “Before you say anything, I need to talk to you.”

“Okay.” She frowned. “Go ahead.”

“I wrote this for you.” I cleared my throat and started to recite the poem I’d written. “I loved you for a million years.

And then I met you.

And my love for you was more than my heart.

My heart was more than my soul.

My soul was more than the universe.

The universe was less than my love.

I loved you then.

I love you now.

I love you forever.

Til death do us part.

And then I’ll love you for a million years more.”

She just stared at me in silence and I cleared my throat.

“I wrote it because a long time ago, you said your perfect men, your soulmate, he would write you love poems. And I wanted to prove to you that I’m your soulmate. Your fated destiny. The one you’ve been waiting for. The one that was made for you. I know I’m an idiot and an asshole. And I know I have a lot to learn. And I’m not perfect and maybe sometimes I don’t act like that guy, but I’m him. I want you to know that I’m him. I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that I’m him. Can I spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you and want to be with you?” I paused and stared at Mila’s face, my breath coming fast. “Say something, please?”

“I love you, TJ Walker.” Her eyes were brimming with tears. “These are happy tears by the way. I love you so much, you don’t even know. You are already my perfect man. You will always be my perfect man.”

“Are you just saying that?” I said, knowing I would break something, if she said yes.

“No.” She gri

“I know.” I gri

“Oh yes, TJ. Oh yes. I’ll be your forever wife.” And then I kissed her good and hard and promised myself that I would never let her go.”

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