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Authors: M.C. Decker
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believe the words I told them—for their own sake, but sadly my heart knew the tragic truth.
The hurt was too deep—for me at least. Somehow, though, I’d managed to tell hundreds of orphaned children through the years that it would be OK when I myself have never truly been OK. I always hoped for them it would be different, and maybe I would actually help play a part in their road to recovery. I would tell them that their lives are worth living.
I needed to take my own advice and start living my life the same way I’d dreamed of all those years ago, but I couldn’t properly do that if I was still constantly in fear of loss.
And, if I was being honest with myself, Susan was right about something. I was happier this weekend—smiling more than I had most of my life. Maybe it was Katie, maybe it was the wedding, or maybe it was my reunion with Bentley.
I sighed knowing that it was probably Bentley. This weekend was the first time in nearly twenty years that I’d actually felt like everything in my life was truly going to be OK. I needed to take this leap of faith. I needed to open my heart and trust that Bentley wouldn’t leave me. And with that revelation, the wall completely fell. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to tell Bentley yet—maybe I’d get the courage to tell him over dinner later this week.
My phone vibrated again with Bentley’s incoming text.
Bentley: I thought I would’ve heard from you by now. I hope the flowers didn’t get sent to the wrong office because if they did then some lucky lady is going to think we have a date on Wednesday. Either that or you have another Hopeless Romantic in your life and you thanked him. In which case, who is he so I can go slash his tires?
Laughing at his message, I began to type out my response.
Ireland: I’m so sorry! I was typing out a message when my boss came in to tell me about a new case we have today. I got caught up in our conversation and I completely forgot what I was doing. The flowers are beautiful, though. Thank you!
Ireland: P.S. You’re definitely the only Hopeless Romantic in my life. No need to go crazy and slash any tires!! ;)
Bentley: You don’t have to apologize. I figured you were just busy. I’m just giving you a hard time. The flowers aren’t nearly as beautiful as you are, but I’m glad you liked them. I’ll let you get back to work. I know how Mondays can be. I should probably start looking over some client files myself. I’ll talk to you soon, Shamrock.
Ireland: OK. Thanks again! TTYL.
The orphaned twins, Christy and Sierra, had come into my office alone and scared. They confided in me that their worst fear was now that they’d lost both their mom and dad that they were going to lose each other, too. I assured them that I would do everything in my power to make sure that wouldn’t be the case. I knew how much they needed each other, and knew how much that loss on top of the loss of their parents would affect them for their entire lives. I’d even considered taking them home with me, but knew my small two-bedroom condo wasn’t the place for two teenage girls.
Working tirelessly for three straight days, I tried to place these girls with a suitable foster family. Fortunately, at around noon, I was finally able to arrange the perfect environment for the two. I’d found a middle-aged couple who’d already raised a grown son who was willing to take in the girls—together. It was the perfect scenario.
I’d completed the last of the paperwork for the girls’ transfer and was getting ready to head out of the office early for once. I wanted time to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few items for the meal I’d planned, as well as get home in time to tidy up and throw a load of laundry in the wash before Bentley arrived around six o’clock.
For the last two nights, he’d called me as soon as we got out of work and we talked until it was time for bed. I wasn’t sure how we’d managed to keep the conversation going
The hurt was too deep—for me at least. Somehow, though, I’d managed to tell hundreds of orphaned children through the years that it would be OK when I myself have never truly been OK. I always hoped for them it would be different, and maybe I would actually help play a part in their road to recovery. I would tell them that their lives are worth living.
I needed to take my own advice and start living my life the same way I’d dreamed of all those years ago, but I couldn’t properly do that if I was still constantly in fear of loss.
And, if I was being honest with myself, Susan was right about something. I was happier this weekend—smiling more than I had most of my life. Maybe it was Katie, maybe it was the wedding, or maybe it was my reunion with Bentley.
I sighed knowing that it was probably Bentley. This weekend was the first time in nearly twenty years that I’d actually felt like everything in my life was truly going to be OK. I needed to take this leap of faith. I needed to open my heart and trust that Bentley wouldn’t leave me. And with that revelation, the wall completely fell. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to tell Bentley yet—maybe I’d get the courage to tell him over dinner later this week.
My phone vibrated again with Bentley’s incoming text.
Bentley: I thought I would’ve heard from you by now. I hope the flowers didn’t get sent to the wrong office because if they did then some lucky lady is going to think we have a date on Wednesday. Either that or you have another Hopeless Romantic in your life and you thanked him. In which case, who is he so I can go slash his tires?
Laughing at his message, I began to type out my response.
Ireland: I’m so sorry! I was typing out a message when my boss came in to tell me about a new case we have today. I got caught up in our conversation and I completely forgot what I was doing. The flowers are beautiful, though. Thank you!
Ireland: P.S. You’re definitely the only Hopeless Romantic in my life. No need to go crazy and slash any tires!! ;)
Bentley: You don’t have to apologize. I figured you were just busy. I’m just giving you a hard time. The flowers aren’t nearly as beautiful as you are, but I’m glad you liked them. I’ll let you get back to work. I know how Mondays can be. I should probably start looking over some client files myself. I’ll talk to you soon, Shamrock.
Ireland: OK. Thanks again! TTYL.
The orphaned twins, Christy and Sierra, had come into my office alone and scared. They confided in me that their worst fear was now that they’d lost both their mom and dad that they were going to lose each other, too. I assured them that I would do everything in my power to make sure that wouldn’t be the case. I knew how much they needed each other, and knew how much that loss on top of the loss of their parents would affect them for their entire lives. I’d even considered taking them home with me, but knew my small two-bedroom condo wasn’t the place for two teenage girls.
Working tirelessly for three straight days, I tried to place these girls with a suitable foster family. Fortunately, at around noon, I was finally able to arrange the perfect environment for the two. I’d found a middle-aged couple who’d already raised a grown son who was willing to take in the girls—together. It was the perfect scenario.
I’d completed the last of the paperwork for the girls’ transfer and was getting ready to head out of the office early for once. I wanted time to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few items for the meal I’d planned, as well as get home in time to tidy up and throw a load of laundry in the wash before Bentley arrived around six o’clock.
For the last two nights, he’d called me as soon as we got out of work and we talked until it was time for bed. I wasn’t sure how we’d managed to keep the conversation going
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