ME: It’s called Laurel Manor. It’s every bit the amazing English country house you would expect. I can almost imagine Elizabeth Bennet walking through the gardens. That’s where I’m sitting right now. Wish you were here too.
He doesn’t respond after that, and I close the conversation thread feeling weirdly disappointed. I’ve put Chris through a lot. I can’t expect him to just keep calm and carry on like everything is normal. Still, it sucks to be physically and emotionally far away from him.
But as I sit, staring out over the landscaped gardens, I realize that the sadness inside of me is actually longing. Loneliness.
And it’s specific to one person.
The person I most wish was here with me right now.
Spoiler: it’s not Chris. Like Freya said, it’s for the man I know I can’t have.
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