answered, which apparently led to the couple breaking up. They have no ground to stand on, so I’m not worried. You’re never going to believe this, but Piper is getting married and Charlotte’s having a baby. I’m finally going to be an aunt. I’m happy and sad at the same time. You know I’m happy for my sisters but sad because you’re not here to celebrate the news with. Other than that, nothing else is really going on. I miss you so much that it hurts every single day. I’m trying. I swear I am, but I just don’t know how to move on. I think it’s because I don’t want to move on. You were my life and we had so many plans and I just can’t forget that. Until next week.
Love forever,
Paisley
A tear fell from my eye as I folded the paper and put it in the envelope. I slipped it into the drawer and opened my laptop to start work. First question, and surprise, it was from a guy. I didn’t get too many guys asking questions.
Dear Paisley,
I really like this girl, but she has a boyfriend. She and I work together and she told me the other day that she would like to go out on a date with me. When I asked her about her boyfriend, she said that they spend more time breaking up then staying together. I would love to go out with her but I’m nervous because I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t really know what she wants from me and I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to ask her out, since she has a boyfriend. Please help.
Sincerely,
Feeling Conflicted.
~*~
D ear Feeling Conflicted,
I understand where you’re coming from and it was wrong of her to tell you what she did. You need to have a talk with her and tell her that as much as you would like to take her out, she does indeed have a boyfriend and it’s not a good idea. You also need to take a closer look at this girl. If she has a boyfriend already and wants to go out with you, what does that say about her character? If she and her boyfriend were broken up, that’s different. But I wouldn’t suggest it as long as they’re still together.
As I was about to answer another question, a text message from Keaton came through.
“Open your door. I brought us breakfast.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed because I knew damn well why he was standing at my door at eight o’clock in the morning.
“Really, Keaton? I know why you’re here.”
“You know nothing.” He smiled as he walked by and straight to the table. “I want to have breakfast with my sister. Is that too much to ask?”
I followed behind and took out two plates from the cupboard. “You never answered my text last night,” he said as he opened the brown bag and took out two white Styrofoam containers.
“I was busy.”
“I heard. I brought you a mushroom, onion, and cheese omelet with whole wheat toast.”
“Thanks.”
“So spill. Tell me how coffee went,” he said as he sat down.
“It was nice. We had a very nice talk.”
“Nice?” he asked as he looked at me and took a bite of toast. “How old are you? Fifty? Who says ‘It was nice’ besides Mom?”
“Fine. It was great. It was great to finally talk to someone who I could relate to and who could relate to me. Someone who understood why I don’t like to go out and do things like I once used to. Someone who doesn’t look at me with pity because they know what it’s like to be looked at that way. Someone who tells me that it’s okay to feel the way I do.”
“I get it,” he said as he ate his eggs. “But I never look at you with pity. You know that.”
“He put his number in my phone.” I smiled as I bit down on my bottom lip.
“Are you going to call him?”
“No.”
“You’re weird. Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
He put down his fork and grabbed another piece of toast. “He gave you his number because he wants you to call him. I’m a guy. I know these things. If you don’t call him, then he’ll feel rejected and not worthy of you. Is that what you want?”
“Shut up.” I laughed as I threw
Love forever,
Paisley
A tear fell from my eye as I folded the paper and put it in the envelope. I slipped it into the drawer and opened my laptop to start work. First question, and surprise, it was from a guy. I didn’t get too many guys asking questions.
Dear Paisley,
I really like this girl, but she has a boyfriend. She and I work together and she told me the other day that she would like to go out on a date with me. When I asked her about her boyfriend, she said that they spend more time breaking up then staying together. I would love to go out with her but I’m nervous because I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t really know what she wants from me and I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to ask her out, since she has a boyfriend. Please help.
Sincerely,
Feeling Conflicted.
~*~
D ear Feeling Conflicted,
I understand where you’re coming from and it was wrong of her to tell you what she did. You need to have a talk with her and tell her that as much as you would like to take her out, she does indeed have a boyfriend and it’s not a good idea. You also need to take a closer look at this girl. If she has a boyfriend already and wants to go out with you, what does that say about her character? If she and her boyfriend were broken up, that’s different. But I wouldn’t suggest it as long as they’re still together.
As I was about to answer another question, a text message from Keaton came through.
“Open your door. I brought us breakfast.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed because I knew damn well why he was standing at my door at eight o’clock in the morning.
“Really, Keaton? I know why you’re here.”
“You know nothing.” He smiled as he walked by and straight to the table. “I want to have breakfast with my sister. Is that too much to ask?”
I followed behind and took out two plates from the cupboard. “You never answered my text last night,” he said as he opened the brown bag and took out two white Styrofoam containers.
“I was busy.”
“I heard. I brought you a mushroom, onion, and cheese omelet with whole wheat toast.”
“Thanks.”
“So spill. Tell me how coffee went,” he said as he sat down.
“It was nice. We had a very nice talk.”
“Nice?” he asked as he looked at me and took a bite of toast. “How old are you? Fifty? Who says ‘It was nice’ besides Mom?”
“Fine. It was great. It was great to finally talk to someone who I could relate to and who could relate to me. Someone who understood why I don’t like to go out and do things like I once used to. Someone who doesn’t look at me with pity because they know what it’s like to be looked at that way. Someone who tells me that it’s okay to feel the way I do.”
“I get it,” he said as he ate his eggs. “But I never look at you with pity. You know that.”
“He put his number in my phone.” I smiled as I bit down on my bottom lip.
“Are you going to call him?”
“No.”
“You’re weird. Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
He put down his fork and grabbed another piece of toast. “He gave you his number because he wants you to call him. I’m a guy. I know these things. If you don’t call him, then he’ll feel rejected and not worthy of you. Is that what you want?”
“Shut up.” I laughed as I threw
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