It's a crush. There is no other explanation for it. What I feel for Annabelle is a tiny little crush. It explains the running and hiding in the bathroom, slight obsession; it explains everything! And these feelings hardly matter - it's happened before, and it has passed, and this will as well. I've been so occupied to get rid of any inclinations of feelings towards her, that that was probably what made me develop a crush on her in the first place. If you're not supposed to like someone, you most probably will. It's the most basic of all principles.
Well, now that I know what the fuck is up with me, this will poof into thin air. Now I know what is troubling me and I know how to act upon it.
Let's just quickly go over the promises I have made to myself. The main ones are that I'll never have a family of my own, the family that I do have - May, Daniel and their kids - completely suffice. And the other big one is that I'll never marry because people are unreliable and opportunistic bastards. Marriage is just a form of control, to bewitch people with the idea of everlasting devotion and love into years of enslavement. Just because it got romanticised doesn't mean anything else has changed.
All those promises and yet here I am, sitting in a cafe of May's choice with my adoptive son who obsessively loves pulling napkins apart. Funnily, I'm here to plan a wedding. Not my own, because that ain't happening, but the thought that Patty wants me to choose decorations for her wedding is amusing, to say the least.
Devon being here with me is not ideal since I can't give him the attention he demands from me, but I'm not talking to Annabelle if I don't have to. Napkins do the work just fine, and if he's busy and entertained, I go along with it. As long as I don't have to converse with her. Basically I go from one woman that causes me pain to another one. Except that, with May I can feel my brain cells dying.
May walks in while I'm slurping on my second cup of coffee I've ordered. I think if I order another one my heart will combust, and anything is better than having to hear the news of Annabelle taking Mason back.
"I thought you'd bail because this is a wedding we're talking about," says May and sits down on the opposite side of me.
"And here I thought your opinion of me has improved."
She ignores that, probably for the best, and pulls various prospects from her purse. The colours, even though pastel, blur my vision, and I have to blink blearily at it. The prospects concern flower shops, wedding cakes, wedding bands, menus from restaurants and so many other unimportant stuff that make me want to, in case a bolt of lightning struck me and I decided to marry, go to Las Vegas and have Elvis do all the work for me. I'd want a spectacle out of my wedding, 'cause I'm going down in a blaze of glory, but just all these preparations... Yet another reason not to get married!
"How come you brought the baby along? Was Annabelle not available?" May says while going over the prospects, checking if none of them is missing. I'm rooting for no missing prospects. The pile she has is engulfing to look at, and had she lost any, she would've pulled a copy out of her bag because that's who May is.
The way she refers to Annabelle doesn't go unnoticed by me. I'd let it slide, but since I have no idea what is May trying to say by emphasising it like that, I can't help but ask. "She is at work. And there's no need to say her name like that."
May shakes her head and shrugs. "It wasn't meant in a bad way. I just wanted to see if you'll react to it."
I can't deal with the both of you, May.
"Anyone would react to that. You made it sound like you heavily dislike her."
"Except I don't. I just find you two funny, you more than her."
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Romance--- Highest rank: #2 in Romance --- Nathan adores his life. He has all the right charms to sweep the ladies off their feet, take them home, show them some fun and when the morning comes go on with his life as if nothing ever happened. Marriage is a...
