Dear Diary: 14/01/2019
Monday
I can't believe my luck. After 6 long years of silence, after so much heartache and healing, I saw him today. The one who took my heart, the one I trusted to keep it safe, only for him to crush it beneath his spiked boots. Not literally-he never wore spiked boots-but the pain he caused me back then? It felt like he might as well have. I tried so hard to keep my expression neutral when I saw him, but I could feel it slipping. The surprise, the confusion, the sting of old wounds, all right there on my face. I wonder if my boss noticed. I wonder if he noticed.
He looked different, of course. It's been six years, after all, but he seemed so calm, so composed... and I can't deny it-he looked good. Too good. It caught me off guard how attractive he still is, maybe even more so now. That sense of ease he carries... it's the kind of cool confidence that feels magnetic. Damn it, I hope I looked different to him, too. Better, stronger-like a woman who has come into her own. I hope he saw that and thought, "I lost something special."
I'm trying to tell myself it doesn't matter, that this chance meeting was just that: chance. But there's this voice inside me, a quiet one at first, now growing louder, whispering, "What are the odds?" What are the chances that, after all these years, after all that we've both been through, we would cross paths again like this?
It doesn't mean anything. It can't mean anything. I'm practically married and my fiance is the one I've built a future with. But I won't lie-the thought of him, of what could've been, still echoes in my mind, and it's unsettling how easy those old feelings are to stir.
**This is Book One of the Fighting Temptation Series.**
Mr. Right...shouldn't it be Mr. Left? Since on your right hand is where the engagement ring goes, and the left ,the wedding ring. I don't just want to get engaged, I want to be married to my "perfect for me" Mr. Left. Handsome and intelligent, fun and spontaneous, adventurous and ambitious, humble and loyal, pampers me and loves me for me, and finally GREAT IN BED!! Hallelujah praise be to God!
Being a 29 year old virgin waiting for Mr. Left is not easy. Especially with all the fine specimens of men roaming the earth, and all your girlfriends taking about who rocked their boat the night before. I'd be happy if someone would even glanced at the dock. Its not that I'm against sex before marriage, it's your prerogative. I just want my husband to be the only man in all the world to have me. I know, I'm old fashioned. People tell me all the time. I'm a romantic. I want to be courted, and not in some bar or a club. I want him to be sure that it is me he wants and I want to be sure that he's the one for me. I want him to prove himself worthy of me because apparently, I'm a rare breed. Not my words.
But nowadays seems like I'm invisible. All these ladies with their weaves and makeup on and there's plain Ol' me no makeup and natural hair. I'm not ugly...at least I don't think so. But I guess compared to the vast array of contoured and made up faces, I get phased out. I mean...why do I have to wear all that crap on my face to be noticed? Why do I have to wear a weave or perm my beautiful curls to look like some warped version of barbie? Why can't I get noticed and be me at the same time?
Well, this is not some debate on to make up or not to make up. This is my story to finding Mr. Left, as told by a damn near 30 year old virgin...Lord Help Me. I feel sorry for everyone reading this, ya'll are not prepared what goes through my mind on a daily basis.