Mr.Right

Chapter 37.

In the days that follow, my time is filled with planning programs for library users. Programs including storytime for children, book clubs, and conducting researches for school works. There are times where I work myself nonstop till midnight which can be threatening to my health according to mom's analysis. She doesn't know it but giving myself a break from work can be threatening to my health because here's the thing about time, it doesn't give a hoot about you. It doesn't care if you're grieving and need a break from everything.

It just keeps on moving and asking you to get up on your ass to move along with it.

So I will.

"Happy anniversary guys," I walk into the kitchen where my parents are and turn on the coffee maker. It's my parent's wedding anniversary today and I'm proud of how they've still stuck together like glue for thirty-two years and counting. Through ups and downs, family issues and conflicts, it's good to know they're still going strong.

"I'm glad you remembered," Dad smiles at me.

"I did. You reminded me yesterday like six times."

"You know your Father is quite the character," Mom chuckles as she sets a breakfast of pancakes before him.

"I never got to hear the story of how you both met. What was the meet-cute?"

"It was on a rainy day on the 12 of October 1978..." Dad begins.

"When you still had hair on your head." Mom adds.

"... I was at a fresher's party back in College, your mom was there too. She was sitting alone at a corner of the room..."

"No, I wasn't. I was with dandruff Danny."

"That's what I want to remember Judith. No one cares about your weird ex-boyfriend who gave you a jar filled with human teeth for a birthday gift," Dad says. "Now where was I?"

"You were at a fresher's party." I chip in.

talk to your mom because everyone knew how antisocial I could be. So I man up and walked over to her, flashed her my million dollar smile and

"And it worked?"

it did after three

my own

"Here's

for me, my bus

open my phone and get no texts or calls from Maverick. Every day and each night, I try to imagine him laying beside my bed and smiling. I can still see his beautiful eyes. I can still smell his skin. I remember how

he

feel my phone vibrate in my pockets and with a sigh, I bring it out and unlock my phone.

stops when I see His name as the sender of the message

we fix this? I can't

with his name on the caller ID. My heart is hammering loudly against my chest and all I can do is stare at

him to return my calls. Then

on my

on you, what would you say?" The voice I've missed for almost two weeks

wait for the stupid bastard even if

I struggle for words to say. "Jim told me I had to come to your hometown if I ever wanted to

I say, already walking fast-paced away from

"Someplace called Hamilton Park."

I push my way past the people on the bustling streets as my heels click loudly against the floor when I begin running down to the park with my phone

in love with you the first day you kissed me at that club, looking all pimped up and glittery," He's only just starting and I'm already a crying mess. I

you could be." He laughs as I fasten my speed to wherever he is. "Agreeing to your thirty days get-fit plan was the silliest thing I've ever done but it brought us together. I knew your pain and your sadness and I

park comes in view. My eyes impatiently search for him around the area. "Where

"Turn around."

illusion, he's really there, staring straight at me like I'm the most beautiful thing he has

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