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I may brag a lot, pretend to be all macho, but this is your pen pal talking to his best friend – and telling you not to give up on living.
I know that your work gives you purpose, but it’s those quiet hours of the night when you wonder ‘what if’ that are the hardest to get through… or at least for me they are.
Just hang on and don’t give up on me. I kinda need to know that I’m reaching you, and even negative attention is still attention.
Breathe, my friend.
Just because you are ready to retreat doesn’t mean that I am ready to let you go.
This is me, holding up the lamp in the dark mental cave where we seem to be trapped or stuck inside of. Take my hand, take the lamp, take whatever you want from me… but don’t put out the light, because it’s the only thing holding that suffocating darkness back.
Ian
P.S. I knew the flowers would make you smile – and I’m really glad you told me.
Placing several more orders for flowers deliberately, he also doubled-down, took Beck’s advice, and indulged in purchasing something unexpected for her. Getting up, Ian was on a mission to reach June, and determined more than ever.
Other people would say this was ridiculous, strange, stalker-like, or that he should take a hint… but the dreamer in him wanted to believe in that Romeo curse – that he was lucky enough to have his lady-love fall into his lap, and believed in fate.
Maybe he was just a romantic fool… but thatfoolwas about to knock it out of the ballpark, if he had any say at all.
5
JUNE
She satdown at her desk Thursday morning, feeling a wave of desolation wash over her as she knew that Ian probably got her email. She hoped he understood what she was trying to tell him… and honestly didn’t expect him to write back.
Instead of clicking on it, she swallowed back the pain at seeing his name there in her email when she opened it. He would probably be angry, say something shocking, or simply agree and end their correspondence. It would be the end… and she couldn’t even bring herself to open the email.
Feeling her eyes sting and a lump in her throat, she grabbed a cup of coffee and checked her voicemail.
“Hi June, this is Karen Sorensen. Jace and I were talking about the farmhouse again and we’d like to see it one more time. Give me a call when you get this… Thanks.”
June jotted down the note and deleted the voicemail, listening to the next one.
“Hi June, this is…” the voice went on and on for several minutes, as she scribbled down notes. Three-bedroom house, at least three bathrooms, but a three car garage was necessary, the voice rambled, and she finally deleted the voicemail after jotting down the number… only to hear music.
She moved to delete the voicemail… and hesitated.
“C’mon girl! Do you believe in love…?”
The voice started emphatically, and she burst out laughing in shock as she recognized the song from Madonna as a man’s voice started singing loudly with enthusiasm.
Ian! … This had to be Ian!
Nobody else was wild enough to do something so crazy…
Disbelieving, she couldn’t fight the grin on her face as he belted out the song, word for word, chorus and everything… and found herself humming happily as several of her coworkers stared at her in surprise. When the song was almost over, she heard him clear his throat on the recording and listened, fascinated.
“Minx, I’m hoping you’ve guessed it’s me by now, and if not? Then my crushed ego doesn’t want to know how many other handsome fellas you have singing to you,” he said openly, drawing her in.
“Don’t give up, okay? I want to continue this friendship, and I’m going to still send the flowers because it makesmehappy to send them to you. I’m so glad you like the scarf. I want to send you more things and share some joy… and if you don’t like Madonna? I’ve got a list of songs that I’d be happy to serenade you with.”
His lighthearted chuckle made her melt and laugh softly as she remained frozen, her phone held to her head.
“I meant what I said in my email… and if you’d give me your cell number or home address? I’ll start plying you with goodies of a different sort. I just don’t feel right sending satin sheets, lingerie, or body butter to your work.”
She laughed uncomfortably, eyes widening in disbelief at his words, as she heard him speak again.
