Ahhhh I am SO sorry it took me so long to get back to you today! Holy shit, what a long day, but it was amazing
I’ll tell you all about it when we get a chance to call this weekend, okay? I’m exhausted, about to fall unconscious in my bed now, goodnighttttt love you
August 31
Gonna have to raincheck tonight’s video call, still stuck at theoffice
That’s okay, same time tomorrow then?
I will try! I’ll let you know for sure tomorrow though. Love you!
Love you too. Go be the girl boss you were born to be, babe.
Oh how I miss your dumb jokes. And your face.
Miss yours too, Mel.
September 16
OMG you will NOT BELIEVE who I met today!!!
The suspense is killing me…
lmao sorry I got called away before I could tell you
But it was Scott Bakula! Captain Archer in the flesh
Oh shit. That’s really cool, Mel!!! Did you get a picture or anything?
No, but I did tell him that he’s my boyfriend’s favorite captain of the Enterprise and that you have a figure of him on your nightstand. He seemed tickled pink to hear it
So glad you are living your best Hollywood life to embarrass me,thanks for that.
It’s been three months since Mellie left Blue Fields for the second time without me.
Three months of long distance, squeezing in calls and video chats where we can. Three months of feeling like the other half of my soul was ripped away, but it’s fine.I’mfine. Cue the Ross Gellar meme.
The difference between this time and last is that she left with the full blessing of our town behind her, mine included. No slinking out in the middle of the night. This time, I saw her off with a kiss and a promise to visit soon.
I miss her every single day, but I’m so proud of her for following her dream. Knowing she’s out there killing it makes the lonely days a little bit easier to pass.
Just a little bit.
We’ve entered the slowest tourist season of the year as autumn descends on our little flower town. The blue fields have dried up, slumbering away during the cold Washington months in preparation for the blooms to come in the springtime. No town festivals are planned until the end of October when we host our Halloween Fest. That one doesn’t draw many tourists, though. Halloween Fest is just for us, a way to celebrate a successful year and bring the community together. Not to mention, there’s always major competition to see whose storefront is decked out the best. William always goes all out. This year, the diner’s haunted decor will fall on me.
Will’s still in Arizona, staying with his parents while his father is recovering. I’ve been spread thin at the diner, taking on all of the management responsibilities for months now. I can’t say I dislike it, though. I take the vow I made to Will to keep this place running seriously.
I like to think I’m doing an okay job.
Sometimes, on a particularly slow day, I wonder what the hell I was doing letting Mellie go again. But I have to kick myself in those moments, reminding that part of me that Mellie needs to do this, have this chance to follow her dream.Even if that takes her a thousand miles away from me yet again.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to answer.
“Will…hey man,” I say, gesturing to an employee to cover the bar as I step into my office.
“Hey, Ro. Place still standing, I assume?” His voice is raspy and strained.
“Ha ha, you’re hilarious,” I reply dryly. “Everything’s great here. Just gearing up to decorate for Halloween Fest in the next couple of weeks.”
