utterly lost.
I still have so many unanswered questions. But looks like they will remain that way.
I put the perfume onto my shelf, still not ready to part with it, when I see a photo. It’s me and Kade at Pete and Emma’s wedding, what a beautiful photo.
We really did make a dreamy couple, both blond and tanned.
I take a good look at Kade, oh man, my heart hurts, and it still aches for him. It hasn’t gotten any easier; I have just kept distracted and done a damn good job of it.
Thanks to Dylan and his kindness… Well until recently.
My iPhone battery beeps, letting me know it’s starting to run out and brings me back to reality. I grab it to plug it into the charger. I can’t help but flick through photos looking for ones of Kade, the ones I have avoided for so long. I need to see them now.
Wow, there are so many of him. I ’ve honestly been avoiding photos to prevent the tears, and possibly to avoid the temptation of sending him a message or two. He ended it, he doesn’t deserve my attention.
Fuck.
He is as gorgeous as I remember. My beautiful brown eyed surfer.
My heart still skips a beat just from looking at him in a photo, who was I trying to kid?
But he’s not yours anymore Roxy . That is the truth right there, and I bet he is someone else’s now too.
It has been four months, no guy can go without sex for that long and I am sure that I created a sex monster with our numerous daily sexcapades.
I am sure he would be playing the field and having fun being single. Well good on him, I was as promiscuous as they came before I met him. Let him live a little. But imagining him in some other girl’s arms burns, deep in my heart it feels like a flame is alight.
Thinking back to that part of my life do I want to be single again? To climb into a lonely bed every night with no one to cuddle…
Weighing up my options; a clingy, somewhat over reacting boyfriend who I am just now seeing can be extremely hot headed and full on…
Or sitting at home alone while Jemma is with Dan, becoming a third wheel everywhere we go as even Jeremy has a girlfriend these days.
Sleep on it Roxy, as Annie sings “The sun will come out tomorrow.”
Well hopefully...
Chapter 5
You’re Forgiven, Not Forgotten
Please meet me for lunch Roxy?
I get a text from Dylan at around ten the next day.
I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt, see if he can redeem himself and possibly take a step back from the smothering boyfriend he has become.
Dylan tells me he is taking me on a picnic to the Botanical gardens, the weather is beautiful and hot, not a cloud in the sky as I walk out of my work building. It’s a short distance to the gardens so I’m meeting him there, hoping he has some magic words that can mend the last few days.
I walk through the gardens absolutely loving the sun’s rays , the warmth is toasty and relaxing and I kinda wish I could stay outdoors for the rest of the afternoon, not just one hour.
My hair is out and almost reaches my waist these days, a messy array of wavy curls bouncing around. I put my hair clip in my bag this morning as I’m sure I’ll be putting it up later in this heat. I applied my foundation minimal today, light eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and a little lip gloss. Just a picnic so there was no need to go overboard. I am dressed in khaki three-quarter Capri pants and a white collared shirt, still formal but semi casual to be sitting on a blanket.
I can see Dylan as I get closer to the large Elm tree we planned to meet at and I can ’t believe my eyes, this guy is good.
All set out on the picnic blanket is an array of fruit, nuts, sliced chicken, salads, bread rolls and a bottle of champagne is poking out from the cooler. I also notice a box of Ferrero Rocher ’s and a little wrapped package.
“ Lunch is served,” Dylan’s says sweetly. “This looks amazing Dylan, I am totally impressed but we