Lost Love

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

{Taylor}

Today is finally the day. It really, truly, honestly, is finally the day.

Friday, May 16. The start to the Victoria Day long weekend. 

Logan and I are flying to Vancouver today at 11:00 in the morning.

Our flight is at 11, so we are leaving here at 9:30 to get there by 10. We fly home on Monday, May 19 at 11:45, and get back to Edmonton at around 1:00.

It’s currently 9:15, and Logan is coming to pick me up in fifteen minutes.

I mentally go through my checklist to make sure I have everything.

I look through all my suitcases to make sure I didn’t forget anything, and I make sure that I have my passport and other traveling needs.

I take one quick glimpse in the mirror.

I’m wearing skinny jeans, (even though it’s hot out today) Toms, and Logan’s dri-fit Golden Bears shirt that he gave me over the past month. It’s so comfortable. It’s athletic material, too big for me, and it’s so fun to wear around. It has his number, “12” on the right side, and on the back it reads, “Adams”. I’m pretty proud to wear it around, to be honest. 

I’m terribly nervous. Logan’s family seems like they would be that perfect, super attractive, lovely family, and I’m not sure if I fit in with that. I mean, I’m certainly not perfect.

I take a deep breath, and pace around my apartment for a while.

My mind wanders back to Ryan, once again.

I haven’t seen him or Jessica since April 26. I haven’t even talked to either of them since that day. Not a single text message, phone call, nothing.

After talking to Ryan consistently for twenty years, going almost a month without talking to him feels sort of weird. But at the same time, it’s not like I even mean that much to him. He probably doesn’t even think about me that much.

Whatever, I’m perfectly happy without Ryan or Jessica, because I’ve got Logan.

Finally, 9:30 comes around, and Logan texts me saying that he’s downstairs.

I grab my suitcases, and my phone, and head downstairs.

The elevator doors open, and I see Logan standing in the small lobby, wearing a grey v-neck, board shorts, and flip flops.

Simple, yet so gorgeous.

“Taylorrrrrr.” Logan winks, eyeing my outfit. “Hey there, Logan.” I mock his tone.

We both start laughing, and I rush over to give him a hug.

“Nice shirt.” Logan laughs, as we let go of each other, and begin walking outside to his car.

“Thanks. I wonder where I got it.” I wink.

We both laugh together as we get into his car.

“I’m really excited.” Logan says as he bumps the car into first gear.

I just noticed he drives a stick. That’s impressive.

“Me too.” I say. I debate whether I should tell him that I’m nervous or not. I decide to.

“I’m nervous though.” I admit.

He looks over at me from the driver’s side.

“Why? Taylor, you’re perfect. You don’t have anything to worry about.” Logan explains.