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Jon listened intently, his initial glee giving way to genuine interest. He knew it was more than a passing fancy when I spoke of someone with such admiration.
"I was distracted, Jon," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "Her beauty, her presence, it’s all-consuming. I have trouble focusing on anything else."
Jon nodded in understanding, his expression empathetic.
"Pretty girls have a way of doing that to you, my friend. It blinds you to everything else."
I appreciated his understanding, which gave me the courage to continue.
I recounted our second meeting at the apartment complex I was building, followed by an evening at a fundraiser. I describedhow our conversation flowed effortlessly, how we’d laughed and shared stories, and how she’d fit perfectly into my life.
It’s like we’d been doing these things all our lives.
There’s more to the story, which weighed heavily on my conscience. I took a deep breath and finally confessed to the one detail I’d dreaded sharing.
"I don't know, I just think I like her. A lot. It’s not just the physical attraction to her. I think I truly like her.”
Jon's eyes widened in surprise, his expression a mixture of shock and understanding. He didn't say anything for a long moment, processing my confession.
Jon's question hung in the air, heavy with uncertainty.
"Are you sure, Alex? Is this just another fling like the many others you've had over the years?"
I couldn't blame Jon for asking.
He'd seen me in various relationships, some lasting only a few weeks, others a few months, but none had ever been very serious.
He even listed a few names: Sophie, the model I'd met at that fundraiser in Germany, and Lisa... my stomach churned as Jon mentioned her name. Lisa had been a whirlwind of excitement and drama, a rollercoaster ride that had exhausted me emotionally.
I sighed, knowing that Jon was right to question my feelings. I'd often been the first to admit that I wasn't the settling-down type and enjoyed the thrill of new experiences and new people.
But this was different, and I needed Jon to understand that.
"This feels different, Jon," I said, my voice earnest. "I can't explain it. What I feel for Elizabeth is completely different from my past relationship. It's different from anything I've ever felt."
Jon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my response. He'd heard me talk about the excitement of new romances countless times, but he’d never heard me sound so sure that it was something new and different.
"Okay, Alex," Jon replied, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "Tell me what's so different about Elizabeth. What makes her stand out from the rest? Don’t you remember your last relationship?"
He had a point. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, searching for the right words to describe what had drawn me to Elizabeth.
"It's not just about the physical attraction, Jon," I began. "Sure, she's stunning, but it's more than that. When I'm with her, it's like time slows down. We can talk for hours about anything and everything. It's like we're on the same wavelength."
Jon nodded thoughtfully, his skepticism softening.
"So, it's the connection, the chemistry?"
I nodded in agreement.
"Yes, but it's also how she challenges me, making me want to improve. I can be myself with Elizabeth without any pretenses or false fronts."
Jon studied me for a moment, his expression contemplative.
"It sounds like you may have found something real, Alex."
I felt a surge of relief wash over me. With his uncanny ability to cut through my bravado and see the truth, Jon had given me his blessing in his way.
"Yeah," I admitted. ”It does feel real."
