Tears fill your eyes as you sit on the couch in your living room, thinking about what just happened. Your boyfriend just called and broke up with you. And maybe it's not that big of a deal. It's not like you were in love with him, but it still hurts.
The words he said on the phone, "you're not good enough" continue to play over and over in your head, and you start to believe it. If you're not good enough for him, could you be good enough for anybody else?
You're brought out of your thoughts when you hear someone knocking at your door. You groan as you get off the couch and walk towards the door, thinking about how you don't want any visitors at this time.
When you open the door, you're met with a pair of beautiful blue eyes that stare into your own, full of concern.
"Hi Hunter," you say. You look down and wipe your tears away with your sweater sleeve. You feel embarrassed to be seen like this, but Hunter doesn't seem bothered at all.
"I knew something was wrong," he says softly.
You look up and your eyes meet his again. "How'd you know something was wrong?"
"Well, I am your best friend..." he offers a small smile, and you gesture for him to come inside your house.
He takes a seat on your living room couch, and you sniffle as you sit down next to him.
"What's going on?" He gives you his undivided attention and clasps his hands together, interlacing his fingers.
"My boyfriend called and broke up with me earlier," you reply.
"Wait. What?! Why would he do that?" He asks. You can hear what sounds like anger in his voice.
"I don't know, Hunter. He just said that I'm not good enough and we're done," you reply. "I'm starting to believe it too..."
"Believe what?" He asks.
"That I'm not good enough," you say.
"HEY!" He says, and the sharpness in his voice makes you jump. "Don't ever say that! You are good enough. Don't ever make him or anyone make you feel like you're not. You can't let some jerk tear you down or define who you are. You are fascinating, and there...there are guys out there who would die to have a girl like you," his voice softens up at the end of that sentence. "If he couldn't appreciate what he had, then it's his loss and not yours."
His words make your eyes well up with tears again, and he takes notice, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you close.
"I'm sorry, Hunter," you whisper.
"Sorry for what?" He asks.
"For crying over something like this," you say.
"Hey, it's okay. Any break up will make someone cry," he says.
"No, it's just...it wasn't like he was some great catch. He never really made me feel special. And he was just so selfish. I couldn't even get the guy to dance with me," you say.
Silence fills the air, and you expect to get a reply from Hunter, but he doesn't say anything.
"Hello?" You say, wondering what he's thinking about.
"Do you plan on going somewhere today?" He asks suddenly.
"Um...not really. I--"
"It's not really an option," he jumps up and you look at him, confused. "Meet me at my house in about an hour!"
"Hunter, what--"
"No questions! One hour! Be there!" He says before he opens the front door and dashes outside.
You lean back on the couch and sigh. What the heck is he up to now?
..............
Almost exactly an hour later, you knock on the door to Hunter's apartment. Before you left the house, you changed into a casual long-sleeve black and white striped dress and a pair of burgundy converse. You also straightened your hair out.
A few seconds later, the door comes open and you can barely see Hunter's face.
"Why is it so dark in there?" You start to laugh.
Instead of answering your question, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the apartment, closing the door behind him.
"Uh, Hunter..." you're ready to ask more questions, but when you hear him flick a light switch and the whole room is lit up with beautiful golden led string lights, you're almost left speechless.
He moved a few things around, the living room area near the kitchen now has more space since he moved the couches and the coffee table back. You spot his vinyl player near one of the couches and you start to smile.
You turn to look at Hunter, who has changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a white dress shirt, wearing a vest over it. You start to blush at how good he looks, and you hope he doesn't notice.
"So um..." he begins, a nervous, yet happy expression on his face. "Would you like to dance?"
"Sure," you say with a smile.
You giggle as he grins and runs over to his vinyl player, putting the needle down. You walk to the empty space in the living room as you hear That's All by Michael Bublé start to play.
Hunter walks towards you and wraps you up in his arms, and you let out a sigh as you rest your head against his chest and feel relief wash over you. Both of you sway to the music and Hunter softly sings the lyrics to every song that plays. He's a huge Michael Bublé fan, so you're not surprised that he knows all the words.
"You okay?" He whispers.
"Yes, I'm fine..." you say, wrapping your arms around him and breathing in the smell of his cologne.
"Do you like it? I mean, I know it's kinda basic...but I just wanted to do something nice for you," he says.
"The basic things in life are the best things, Hunter. Thank you so much for this," you say. You start to remember that you forgot to ask him why he wanted to do this for you, and you lift your head off of his chest and look into his eyes. "But why did you want to do this?"
"Well, you said that your boyfriend never made you feel special, so I wanted to make you feel special. You said that you couldn't get him to dance with you, but I've always wanted to dance with you..." he leans closer to your ear and whispers "I am in love with you..." and those very words send chills down your spine.
You go silent, and Hunter backs up a little bit, giving you some space. "It's okay if you're not..." he says softly.
"Are you kidding me? Hunter, I--" you start to search for the right words to say. You've been in love with Hunter for a long time now. How come you never told him how you felt about him? Why did you make him wait this long? "I'm sorry..." tears start to fill your eyes as you feel guilty for not noticing his feelings for you all this time. "I shouldn't have made you wait all this time...I should've said something."
"Hey now. Listen to me..." he steps closer to you again and places one of his fingers under your chin, making you focus on him. "Any wait on you is worth it...I don't mind one bit."
"But--"
"But nothing. There's no need to beat yourself about this," he says.
"O-okay..." you say quietly.
"Listen...I...I don't know if you would be interested in becoming anything now...but Laci, I love you and it would be my pleasure if you let me take care of you," he says.
You lean close to him until your lips brush against his. You feel one of his hands on your back, and he brings you closer to him, crushing any empty space between the both of you. His lips are so soft, and he's such a gentle, yet passionate kisser.
You slowly part away, and bury your face into the side of his neck. "The pleasure is mine..."
