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Jarrod Thorpe promises to wait for her. It's everything she'd normally want to hear but now... it's too much and everything inside her tells her to run for the hills.
Finally, she's told her friends about what happened in Brighton but she can't face the idea of telling Jarrod.
What if he doesn't love her anymore? What if he gives her the same look everyone else is giving her? What if he pities her?
She just can't face it.
Six months. That’s how long Tallulah Conway has been in my life and as of yet she’s refused to let me love her. But I haven’t given up.
I met her on the 4th of November and for months we seemed to dance on a tightrope, not quite in a relationship but certainly not friends. She was damaged, fragile, broken… from what I couldn’t say but I had a feeling it had something to do with her ex-boyfriend. Rick Roderick. She hadn’t told me anything, but I’d read between the lines and had been almost certain something bad must have happened.
I’d promised her that I would wait for her. I loved her even if she didn’t want to love me. I had watched her fight with herself as she tried desperately to hold back her own emotions. It had been horrible to witness, and it had practically destroyed me when she ran away from me, fear etched across her face. Being with her was scary, every action felt risky, as if that one move could be the one that would cause me to lose her completely.
I’d hoped that things would improve between us after we both attended our friends Aurora and Landon’s engagement party at the beginning of January, but it hadn’t. She’d been at the centre of my every thought for months, but she’d tried her very best to forget my existence. What had started with her sitting in my restaurant drawing the people that walked past the window had quickly eroded into nothingness.
We didn’t see much of each other throughout the month that followed. Whenever I heard the door open at Thorpe’s I’d look up to check if it was her, but it never was. I’d heard from Landon that she was back at Uni and seemed happy enough. Landon and Aurora occasionally passed me titbits of information about her life, but it wasn’t enough. Being on the outside, looking in was killing me. I’d long since accepted that I loved her and that love instead of making my life light and carefree was a weight around my neck because the woman I loved wouldn’t let me in.
By February, I was on edge as I anxiously waited for her to come back into my life. I frequently considered how I could barge into her world, but I knew that I couldn’t actually do it. I’d made her about a million promises and I wouldn’t break them.
Not even one of them.
Not even the one I hated most.
She’d made me promise not to let her fall in love with me. That had been the worst promise I’d ever made in the whole of my lifetime. I had already been fully in love with her and couldn’t imagine a world where she wasn’t in my arms when I made that promise. She’d never promised me anything. She’d never made me believe there was more between us than there actually was. She’d been honest from the start and perhaps I shouldn’t have pushed it. Except, I’d tried hard not to push. I’d tried to keep my distance. I’d treated her the way I would treat a bird with a broken wing, as if she was the most fragile thing in the world, as if one touch could ruin her. I’d been careful to protect her but I’d failed to protect my own heart.
I was more distracted than I should have been. My focus was off. She was all I could think about. I either needed her next to me or I needed to try and forget about her. Things were getting unmanageable. I needed to sort my shit out. I was in the middle of launching a new restaurant and I was beginning to piss Jack off with my inability to make any logical decisions.
Midway through February our friends took pity on me and invited us both over for dinner. Landon and Aurora were preparing for their upcoming wedding and wanted to discuss the details with us both. I’d been anxious as I grabbed a bottle of Malbec and a cheesecake from the supermarket before heading round to their apartment. I’d almost changed my clothes several times, as I’d wanted to make a good impression. Except I knew that she wouldn’t be impressed by anything I might wear. This was a girl who wrapped herself up in multiple scarves during winter. She wasn’t like the other girls I’d known.