About EMINENT LOVELife doesn’t always start with once upon a time. Love doesn’t always end with happily ever after. After spending five years with the love of my life, I did nothing to stop her from walking away. She had her reasons to leave. I had my reasons to stay. But a year later, the realization of loss hits me, and I’ll stop at nothing to fix it. I leave everything behind to drive across the country to win her back, and I refuse to accept anything other than fulfilling old promises. But the only certainty in life is: nothing is as expected. The most valuable lessons don’t often revolve around a fairytale ending—frequently, they come from hurt and healing. They come from the kind of personal growth love offers. The mending of your heart, your soul, and your life. And every once in a while, you find the greatest gifts in the packages you never expected to open.
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I didn’t know if she slept alone.
Thinking of Layne sharing a bed with someone else made me eager to race across the country and rip him out of my spot next to her. The irrational hostility tore through me at even the implication. I knew she didn’t belong to me anymore. She was a beautiful woman, capable of catching anyone’s attention. And anyone’s heart. Just because I’d stayed single over the last year didn’t mean she had. I couldn’t even look at a woman without thinking of Layne.
I sat up and grabbed my phone, not caring about the time or the consequences of calling this late. I needed to hear her voice more than I needed my next breath. From my screen, her bright-blue eyes stared back at me. The deep lines next to them revealed the happiness she had felt when we’d taken the photo. I’d made her happy once, and I’d do anything to do it again.
Not getting her back is a notion I was unwilling to accept.
I pressed the green call button and listened as it rang, each time growing louder and louder in my ear. My chest tightened the longer it went on. The excitement I felt when I pulled up her number had been completely swallowed by grief on the fourth ring. And then her voicemail picked up. Despair covered me as her voice came through the line, mocking me, reminding me I could hear her, but I couldn’t speak to her.
I disconnected the call and threw my phone back to the bedside table. The ache of disappointment and anger residing heavily in my chest intensified. If she wouldn’t answer my calls, I’d have to find another way to get through to her. Because I wouldn’t give up.
I’d made a decision a year ago to let her walk away.
And as I closed my eyes, I made another decision.
I’d get her back.
No matter what it took.