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"I'm sorry. It's kind of important to me," I said to her.
"I understand, Ethan, go see the lady," she commanded.
"As my lady commands," he said with a bow and handed his son to her; turning to me, he asked, "Shall we?"
*****
According to my wishes, we went to Crump Park.
"So, we're here," he said and pointed at the bench. "I hope you don't mind us sitting?"
"No, I would actually prefer it," I said.
We took our seats and I searched for the words to say. I didn't even know how to begin.
"You can start from medical school," he said, almost like he was reading my mind.
"You have a general idea why I'm here, don't you?" I asked.
"Maybe, I'm not really the brightest amongst my brothers; but thanks to my wife, I can actually pick on some social cues now,” he replied.
"She must be amazing."
"An understatement. Sometimes I can't even believe I'm with her. Much less having a family together," he said, "I fear at times that I might wake up and all this was a dream."
"That would be awful,” I said.
"Tell me about it," he sighed.
Ethan Sullivan was called Butterfingers by many, but his clumsy fingers have saved more lives than he can count on them. And his heroism didn't stop at the operating theater. It extended to anyone he encountered. A generic good guy.
"I had a crush on you." I had finally said. "Ian told me that maybe I envied you and admired you and mistook it for love. But I wanted to believe that within those range of emotions, there was a form of attraction. I did imagine doing a lot of R-rated things with you."
"I'm flattered," he chuckled. "This will be the first I've heard someone confess to me like that."
"I know what you're thinking that this might have happened long ago, but I want you for a second to imagine that we were in medical school again," I said. "You helped me see people and not different social classes. You made me realize that I could have fun and be a medical doctor."
I got to my feet and stood in front of him. "Before I knew it you were the only person I could think about. Even when you graduated, even when I traveled the world, even when you asked me to go on a blind date with your older brother. You were the only person I could think about. I swore to myself that if I ever met you again. I would tell you how I feel."
He didn't stop me. He knew I needed this release.
"Ethan Sullivan, I'm in love with you," I confessed. "From the moment we met, I loved you. I love you so much."
"Thank you. That means a lot to hear," he said softly. "But I don't love you. I never have. And I was never going to."
If this was the real thing, I would have broken down and cried, but rather than being heavy, my heart finally became light.
"Was worth a shot," I sighed and took a seat next to him.
"I was half expecting you to cry," he said with a chuckle.
"I was too but instead I feel better," I sighed. "So why did you refuse my heartfelt confession? I'm not your type? Am I perhaps too tall? Your adorable wife is shorter."
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with you," he said. "Well, just your hair."
"My hair? You don't like blondes?" I asked. "We aren't actually dumb."
"No, there was this girl in medical school named Emily," he replied.
