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You’ve had your time to wallow, now it’s time to fill that hole with the right kind of love, the unconditional kind, the kind I have for you and only you.
Please stay tuned. You will hear from me again soon.
I love you, Melony.
Yours forever – Big Daddy.
Tears are streaming down my face as I read his note over and over again. Hope blooms inside me.
Is he right?
Is there some worth to me?
You’ve had your time to wallow, now it’s time to fill that hole with the right kind of love, the unconditional kind, the kind I have for you and only you.
Unconditional love. Love that means he will stay.For me though? Would he really stay . . . with me?
Am I truly worth it?
***
The next day when I return home from work there is another note on my door with a package right below it.
I open the letter first.
Dear Hot Sex,
I’m hoping you gave Mr. Smiley a warm welcome. He was nervous bobbing around outside your door, not sure if he would be popped when you saw him, but I reassured the old yellow face that you would be kind. You were kind, right? Fuck, I would be sad if you jabbed a knife through his jolly face. I will give you the benefit of the doubt.
(Please don’t stab him.)
Now, I figured you’re not quite familiar with love, that’s okay, baby, we learn at our own pace. But I figured I would speed up the process for you. Look inside the package, this should help you out.
I love you, Melony.
Yours forever - Big Daddy
Feeling excited, I open the package to find an eReader, fully stocked with books, and a note.
Dear Hot Sex,
It’s time to educate yourself. I’ve loaded this eReader with all of my favorite romances, starting with The Notebook. Your job? Start reading, soak up the words, the emotions . . . the love. Learn from these fictional characters that love will always prevail.
And before you scowl and say, “But it’s fiction, Hollis,” take that negativity and flush it down your toilet. Fictional characters are real, ask any book nerd. Let’s make fiction become a reality for us. I’m in, are you?
I love you, Melony.
Yours Forever – Big Daddy.
***
Tears are streaming down my face as I read the final words of The Notebook. Damn you, Hollis. Damn you Noah Calhoun and your undying love. Damn you, Nicholas Sparks.
A knock on the door pulls my attention away from my eReader, which I will admit, I’ve become addicted to.
Opening my door, I’m assaulted by the delicious smell of Italian food. I look down and see a tray with covered serving dishes. Quickly I look down the hall to see any traces of Hollis, but nothing, so I pick up the tray and bring it into my apartment.
I open the lid and sitting in front of me is a very sloppy looking plate of spaghetti and partially burnt garlic bread. I smile inwardly and read his note.
