Meant to be

The Fairytale Operation - Mason

There's been so many moments in my relationship with Evie that I couldn't make sense of, moments that were confusing, moments that had me questioning how she really felt about me.

Whether she felt anything for me.

Sometimes there were moments where I wondered if I was the ultimate mug for loving her.

Was I stupid to wait for a woman that may not even want me.

May not ever return my love for her.

I certainly felt like a mug when she got engaged.

It felt like our story was over before it could ever actually start.

Or arguably that's when our story really started.

Those perplexing puzzle like moments became amplified when I first laid eyes on her again, it was unexpected even if with us it was inevitable.

I'd learned there'd been a completely different narrative that I hadn't taken into consideration, a version of the story where I was villain who broke her heart.

Not just the other way round.

It was painful knowing how close we'd gotten to being together.

Aggravating knowing that if I proposed she would've said yes.

We could've had a completely different life, one where we were together.

One where Dominic wasn't her fiancé.

Our relationship had been ruined by a combination of bad timing and cruel intervention.

Do you know how it feels hearing that all this heartache, embarrassment and loneliness could've been avoided with just one phone call.

Knowing that the past eighteen months didn't need to happen.

Except they did.

Even with the existence and proof of the letter I never got, even with a visual of the ring I intended to use to marry her, even with our moments of weekends where keeping our hands and lips to ourselves and became cheaters, how Evie felt was a mystery.

Despite reading that letter, a direct glimpse into her heart she couldn't tell me what I meant to her, how she felt about me.

But when Evie turned up at my home to give me answer to a question I'd asked almost two years ago, confessing her love for me, finally choosing me, all those moments of doubt dissipated.

They suddenly didn't matter, all that mattered to me, all that was important was that Evie loves me.
Nothing would ever compare to that memory, hearing the words come out of her mouth, unprompted, is something I don't think I can forget, knowing that she wants to be with me, marry me, expand our family, it replaces all the doubts about us I ever had over the years.

Because now all that mattered was us.

All we have to do is get through these two weeks apart, then I can come home to Evie and we'd begin the rest of our lives together.

I can finally give Evie the fairytale ending she deserves.

I know Evie like I know myself, her likes, dislikes, wants, desires, needs and everything in between, I know everything I need to give her that fairytale, but I also know I can't do it on my own.

Ensuring that Evie's still upstairs playing hairdressers before bedtime reading I commence what I like to call Operation Fairytale. Pulling out my laptop and opening a blank document I type up my plan, smiling as I do so already imagining the look on Evie's face when I pull this off, taking out my phone I begin making calls.