Carolina, Continued. (FLETCHER x Taylor Swift Caylor girlxgirl gxg Gaylor)

Whoops.

It's been a few months since I last talked with Taylor in that hotel room. A few months since we have ended. She still calls, she still texts. Thankfully, it's rare that I receive voicemails. I haven't been able to respond to anything she has said, I haven't been able to answer her calls either.

I feel like I am beginning to do alright now, and that probably has something to do with cutting our communication.  I learned from the last time that we ended things, it's harder to keep communication. I haven't talked with her at all, and I think it really has helped me heal a little faster this time around.

I check my hair in the mirror once more, hearing a knock on the door. I have a date tonight. Well, a blind date that one of my friends set up for me. I agreed, because maybe this will help me forget about Taylor, maybe it will help me get over the slump I've been in.

I quickly make my way to the door, opening it. Outside the door stands a girl with blonde hair, and, of course, blue eyes. I know it's not Taylor, but I wish that she looked different. Now I am thinking that this whole date is not going to help me at all. The entire time I'm going to be think of Taylor, comparing her to Taylor.

"Hi, I'm Fletcher," I introduce myself, putting on the best smile that I can form in this moment. I don't want her to think I'm disappointed. I'm not, but I also wish she didn't resemble the person I am trying to get over.

"I'm Tess, it's nice to meet you," she smiles back to me. I grab my things that sit on the entry way table, and step outside. I shut and lock my door behind me. She leads me to her car, and I get into the passenger seat. At least she doesn't smell of vanilla.

The drive to the restaurant wasn't awkward. She's talkative, confident. She seems fun and interesting. I really just need to focus on her, not who she reminds me of. Taylor is taller anyway, that's enough of a difference, right? I hate to admit that Taylor is more attractive too, but I try not to focus on that. Of course, Taylor is more attractive, she is exceptionally beautiful. You don't see people like her every day. I can't compare her to everyone.

We pull into the parking lot at the restaurant, and both exit her vehicle. I am trying to think positively about this entire thing, trying to shake all thoughts of Taylor out of my mind. I am doing this to forget about her, to get over whatever it was that we had for so long.

We walk into the restaurant, it's nice. She seemed to already have a reservation for us, thinking ahead. I smile at this; it was a kind gesture. The hostess leads us to a table that seats two, us sitting across from one another. Tess orders us a bottle of red wine, which arrives at our table quickly.

"So, who are you trying to get over that led you to accepting a blind date?" She asks, humor in her tone. I look to her almost confused, as she takes a sip of her wine. 

"So, you too?" I ask, letting out a soft laugh seeing her nod, "Just this girl named Taylor had a hold over me for too long, I'm trying to get back out there," I answer her honestly. Maybe I'm not the only one who suffers and attends blind dates.

"Oh, I have about the same story," she smiles genuinely, "A girl named Grace held me down for too long, left me hanging, and never spoke to me again. I decided it's time to get back out there too," I smile to her, maybe this will be nice for me. She seems nice.

The waiter comes to take our orders. We both inform him of what we each would like to eat. He heads back to the kitchen, letting them know our order. She's nice to everyone around her, maybe she radiates kindness. The food arrives quickly, and our conversation stays light. There aren't any awkward moments, but it's not the most comfortable that I have felt.

"So, does this Taylor still try to get ahold of you?" She asks, as we eat our meals, and I momentarily freeze, not expecting her to bring Taylor up again.