I like a woman who takes charge.
Okay. That!
That what?
You’re flirting with me.
Phew. I’m glad you realized it. Between the voice memo, the clothing conversation, my present, and that I admitted in the first message that I have plans to one day marry you, I was wondering if you were picking up the vibes that I do in fact like you and that I am, in fact, flirting with you.
But why?
Why what?
Why are you flirting with me? And buying me presents? And telling me to keep your clothes?
And don’t forget professing my want to give you my last name in the first message I sent to you.
Was that serious?
If you want it to be.
Maddox. What are you doing?
Is this the silly question?
It’s a prelude to the question.
Okay, well then the answer is yes I’m flirting with you. And it’s because I like you and I want to see you again.
You can’t say things like that.
I can’t say the truth?
Maddox…
Gabrielle…
I’m not ready to date. Or anything for that matter.
I understand.
I do feel bad though. Because you’re sweet. And I did have… that night was everything to me. And I’ve loved talking to you these past few days.
Ditto to everything.
It’s just… I don’t have the capacity right now for anything serious. Or semi-serious. Or even casual.
I understand. I’m a child of divorce. I remember my mom those first few years. It was starting your life over again.
Exactly. Which is why I have to be honest and up front with you. I don’t want you to think that there could be anything more in our future when I don’t even know what tomorrow holds.
I knew a conversation like this could happen, and that this would be the outcome, but that doesn’t lessen the blow any. Yet, I can’t let this be the last time that I talk to her. There’s something between us. She was meant to come into my life. Our story doesn’t end here. I know it.
So, I’m going to take what I can get. Even if that means the one “f” word I hate most in life.
I appreciate your honesty. But can I ask you a question now?
Sure.
