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I should have said it. I wanted to, but I didn’t, and now I can’t because she’ll think I’m just saying it because she did.
Why is love so complicated?
And I am shite at this love and relationship stuff.
I need a love coach. Where is one when you need them?
The evidence of a heartbroken woman standing in her doorway, holding her miniature dog, questioning my every move, proves exactly that. After we both had a shower—in complete silence, I might add—she said things like…
Who are you having lunch with?
No, it's fine if you go.
You don’t have to come back.
You don’t have to stay the night.
Don’t bother coming here later. I have plans with my friends.
When I know she doesn’t.
I messed up.
And secondly, I am now leaving her, straight after she told me she loved me as I’m about to drive to meet my family, who I wanted to surprise Violet with.
If I’d given her the heads-up any sooner, she would be a nervous wreck by now. She was nervous the other week when she went to meet her father and his new girlfriend, Viva. Her sister sends her into a spiral at the mere mention of her name. And when her mother called her yesterday, she wouldn’t pick up as her mother makes her break out in hives, apparently.
Meeting my raucous family in an all at once impromptu surprise, get it over and done with, is what she needs—no buildup, just a full-on surprise, here’s my family. Or she’d be fretting over what to wear and question her hair style and ask me several hundred questions about them and if they will like her or not.
It’s a big fat yes.
They will love her.
Like I do.
Just say the words, Linc.
“Eh, I am going back to the hotel to pick up Rio’s keys for his house. I forgot to give them to him when I moved out, and then I am meeting Rio for lunch so we can catch up,” I lie.
“So, you’re going to the hotel first?”
“Yes, Violet. You can track me on your phone?” I try to tease. She doesn’t laugh.
My phone dings and I check my phone screen.
Dad: We’re twenty minutes away from the hotel, according to the driver!
Me: Just leaving Violet’s.
Violet eyes me suspiciously. She looks gorgeous in a little lilac summer dress and she’s waved her hair today. No makeup needed. She’s pure perfection.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I call out to her through my lowered window, but she doesn’t wait, and she shouts back, “Don’t bother. I will see you tomorrow.” Her front door slams shut.
“Shit,” I hiss and slam the palm of my hand against the steering wheel.
I drop my dad a text.
Me: What does love feel like?
