how times
were different back then and he had a family to support.”
“She sounds tough.” I smile, thinking of
my own grandmother.
“Yeah, she was. Eventually, she resorted
to cheap blackmail telling me I would break her heart if I didn’t go.”
“I’m glad she got to see you walk across
the stage,” I remind him.
“Me, too. She was really bad off by then.
I was afraid the flight out would kill her, but she was determined to see it
happen.” He looks like he’s in another world, thinking about her.
“I wish I could have met her. She sounds
a lot like my Gamee,” I say past the lump in my throat. Ryan was with me when I
got word that she passed away last year. My heart broke because there was so
much I wanted to tell her and never got the chance to. I shared everything with
her and when I introduced her to Ryan, I told her that he was the one, even
before he proposed.
“She would have loved you.” He wraps his
arm around my shoulder, both of us missing the women we held in such high
esteem. “Did I ever tell you what she told me when she saw me after I
graduated?”
“I don’t think so.”
“She told me to go back and get my
master’s. She said that I needed to have my life in order because I was going
to meet someone who was going to turn my world upside down, in the best way.
‘She’s out there, Ryan, and hopefully, if you don’t find her, she’ll find you.’
Six months later, I met you.”
I’m speechless. There are no words that I
can say in response to that beautiful story. I have heard numerous tales about
his grandparents, but I know that this is one that he has never shared with me.
After she died, his mom and her sister
moved his grandfather to a home near them in Charleston. When he died last
year, I went with Ryan to the funeral, and he was devastated. He told me the best
part of his grandfather died when she died, but moving him away from all that
the two shared was harder on him than anything else.
I think Ryan really believes that his
grandpa died of a broken heart.
CHAPTER 7
It must be self-preservation, because I
find myself doing anything and everything to make this transition easier.
Trying to find the silver lining in any of this is hard, but maybe the time
apart will push us to communicate with each other better. Maybe distance does
make the heart grow fonder and we’ll defy the odds and make it through this
next year stronger than ever. No matter what I tell myself, I know it’s going
to hurt like hell when he’s gone. In four days, Ryan will be in California for
the next year, and I will be here. Alone.
My whole day has been shitty. Elle
decided that since I won’t be in the office on Thursday or Friday, I need to
come in early and stay late to make sure I’m ready for my meeting with Mr.
Miller next Monday. I left this morning before Ryan woke up with a note that I
would pick something up for dinner on my way home. After our weekend away,
things have been less strained, so I’ve been looking forward to our time together.
That is, until he texted around noon to say that he would be home late and not
to worry about getting him dinner. Apparently his boss has some things they
need to get together for a client that he’s turning over to someone else.
Regardless, I’m annoyed, because I’m busting ass to get done so I can spend his
last two days with him, but he’s making no concessions whatsoever. Part of me
wants to tell Elle that I’ll be out all week, but deep down I know I’d never do
that.
I ignored his text.
Add to my day that Mr. Miller has sent
numerous emails instructing me to have a list of suggested menu items, as well
as potential caterers, for our meeting on Monday. He has yet to nail down
whether it will be a Friday or Saturday event, but considering it’s less than
five months away, I need a date. I need to make sure these vendors are
available. Now I’m a frazzled mess, and I want nothing more than to vent about
it to Ryan.
Me: I’m
were different back then and he had a family to support.”
“She sounds tough.” I smile, thinking of
my own grandmother.
“Yeah, she was. Eventually, she resorted
to cheap blackmail telling me I would break her heart if I didn’t go.”
“I’m glad she got to see you walk across
the stage,” I remind him.
“Me, too. She was really bad off by then.
I was afraid the flight out would kill her, but she was determined to see it
happen.” He looks like he’s in another world, thinking about her.
“I wish I could have met her. She sounds
a lot like my Gamee,” I say past the lump in my throat. Ryan was with me when I
got word that she passed away last year. My heart broke because there was so
much I wanted to tell her and never got the chance to. I shared everything with
her and when I introduced her to Ryan, I told her that he was the one, even
before he proposed.
“She would have loved you.” He wraps his
arm around my shoulder, both of us missing the women we held in such high
esteem. “Did I ever tell you what she told me when she saw me after I
graduated?”
“I don’t think so.”
“She told me to go back and get my
master’s. She said that I needed to have my life in order because I was going
to meet someone who was going to turn my world upside down, in the best way.
‘She’s out there, Ryan, and hopefully, if you don’t find her, she’ll find you.’
Six months later, I met you.”
I’m speechless. There are no words that I
can say in response to that beautiful story. I have heard numerous tales about
his grandparents, but I know that this is one that he has never shared with me.
After she died, his mom and her sister
moved his grandfather to a home near them in Charleston. When he died last
year, I went with Ryan to the funeral, and he was devastated. He told me the best
part of his grandfather died when she died, but moving him away from all that
the two shared was harder on him than anything else.
I think Ryan really believes that his
grandpa died of a broken heart.
CHAPTER 7
It must be self-preservation, because I
find myself doing anything and everything to make this transition easier.
Trying to find the silver lining in any of this is hard, but maybe the time
apart will push us to communicate with each other better. Maybe distance does
make the heart grow fonder and we’ll defy the odds and make it through this
next year stronger than ever. No matter what I tell myself, I know it’s going
to hurt like hell when he’s gone. In four days, Ryan will be in California for
the next year, and I will be here. Alone.
My whole day has been shitty. Elle
decided that since I won’t be in the office on Thursday or Friday, I need to
come in early and stay late to make sure I’m ready for my meeting with Mr.
Miller next Monday. I left this morning before Ryan woke up with a note that I
would pick something up for dinner on my way home. After our weekend away,
things have been less strained, so I’ve been looking forward to our time together.
That is, until he texted around noon to say that he would be home late and not
to worry about getting him dinner. Apparently his boss has some things they
need to get together for a client that he’s turning over to someone else.
Regardless, I’m annoyed, because I’m busting ass to get done so I can spend his
last two days with him, but he’s making no concessions whatsoever. Part of me
wants to tell Elle that I’ll be out all week, but deep down I know I’d never do
that.
I ignored his text.
Add to my day that Mr. Miller has sent
numerous emails instructing me to have a list of suggested menu items, as well
as potential caterers, for our meeting on Monday. He has yet to nail down
whether it will be a Friday or Saturday event, but considering it’s less than
five months away, I need a date. I need to make sure these vendors are
available. Now I’m a frazzled mess, and I want nothing more than to vent about
it to Ryan.
Me: I’m
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