“I’m reading it out loud, just to make you blush,” he says.
Dear Colton,
You came into my world a year ago when I needed you the most. I don’t know why life creates puzzles that we need to solve, but I’m grateful we could piece our messy lives together into one beautiful piece.
To the next year of our journey, and to the next fifty-two love letters, I will continue to fall for your handsome smile, charming personality, and love for life, just as I have for the last year. Thank you for making the leap across the pond to find a stranger who needed to be found.
Love,
Rose
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Reunion
Julie A. Richman
Prologue
Rose
“Ugh, seriously? You seriously want to go to our 10-year reunion? Please tell me this is just your whacked-out prego hormones talking.” I’d rather be crammed in a packed subway, stuck in a tunnel, on a hot, summer afternoon with some creeper rubbing up against me. That is how badly I’d like to avoid the people from my high school.
“That is exactly why I neeeeeed you there with me, Rose. Mike has told me there’s no way he’s coming with me. He said he hated the people at his own high school, why the heck would he subject himself to mine. You can’t let me go five months pregnant without a husband there. C’mon, you were always my wing-girl. People will expect to see us together.”
“Mikey doesn’t even want to see me?” I try to change the subject.
“You, he loves. But, it ends there. Please come. I really don’t want to see Josh when I’m six months pregnant.”
Ah, and there it is, you always want to look your best when you come face-to-face with your past. And Des’s past was now a hot-shot tech CEO with an even hotter size zero wife who enters every room in tow of her very perky boob job.
“He probably won’t even be there.” I blow it off, while checking an email status on my laptop.
“I checked with Gina on the reunion committee and he’s coming. Plus one.” The strife in her voice is evident.
“It’s plus two in his case.” I laugh, thinking about his wife’s ridiculous store-bought rack. “So, you want me to be your plus one?”
“Yes. I never get to see you now that you live three thousand miles away.” Pausing, she adds, “C’mon, you know we’ll have the best time.”
“I’m with Mikey. I didn’t like them all back then.”
“You are full of shit, Rosie. Tell me you’ll buy a plane ticket.”
“I’ll buy a plane ticket.” I pull the phone from ear as she squeals.
“You are the best friend in the entire universe. Now I just need to find something to wear that doesn’t make me look like a frump.”