XXXIII. The other Jess
I drove faster than I’ve ever gone before. It is 1:00 in the morning. I need to see Jess. I don’t even know if she’s home. I just need to see her whatever it takes. Maybe this is stupid. Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe I should just let this pass and call her tomorrow.
But it’s too late. I’m here in front of her house. I rang the doorbell. No answer. I tried again. The lights opened. Her father answered me.
Dad: Son?
Jess’: Yes. I’m sorry. It’s late. I need to see Jess.
Dad: Come on inside.
What do I say? Do I say I love her right away? Do I propose to her? I still got the ring from Angel’s finger. What if she rejects me? What if she has a boyfriend? Or worse, married. What if she’s sick? I can’t think of anything anymore. Her mother was there in the receiving area, too.
Dad: Why do you want to see her?
Jess’: Because I was wrong. I left her. No, she asked me to leave her and I obeyed. I should have never left her. I love her and I want to marry your daughter and make her my wife. I want to spend every single day taking care of her.
I showed them the ring.
Jess’: I hope you still accept me.
Mom: We do, Jess. We always wanted you for her. It’s just that you’re a little bit late.
Jess’: What?
She left.
Jess’: Where!
Mom: New York. Just few hours ago. We went with her to the airport.
Jess’: Where is she staying?
Mom: I’ll give you her address and the phone number.
Jess’: I’ll go there. I’ll go after her. Is that okay? Am I not acting insane?
Dad: Love is about being insane for the people who drive you crazy. The funny part is you don’t get humiliated because you know that acting stupid for the ones you care about is nothing compared to what you feel.
Jess’: Thanks, Dr. Phil.
