I’ve read another brilliant book. I’m not going to say what it is because the bit I want to share is kind of important and if you don’t know what book its from then it won’t spoil it – and if you do know it’ll be because you’re a step ahead and have read it already.
He loves her and she keeps saying no because they are best friends and essentially she’s scared. But she loves him too – make no mistake.
In the end he decides the most wonderful thing he can do for her is to make a moment; 3 minutes where he knows and she knows and he knows she knows. And she knows that he knows she knows. I think you get the idea…
They dance cheek to cheek in the moonlight. There is no Hollywood kiss. There’s acknowledgement and the lingering question of whether 3 minutes will be enough.. and supposing it will have to be – because it's all that is on offer.
The upshot is that it made me remember
It was freezing cold and I was unexpectedly late. We met in the middle of the dark street because she had come to find me. At this stage in our relationship I was deep in the expectation that things would never work and wondering what the fuck I was going to do about it. But not right then. Right then I was just walking.
Which is why it was such an unexpected thing to see her there; for her to look me in the eye and tell me it was on the horizon. For her to say she wanted me and she knew that her shot of happiness had my name on it. For her to say she was scared as shit thanks very much but also cold and hungry so would I mind getting my arse inside? For her to hold my eyes with hers and put her arms around me and kiss me on the nose.
I’m still wondering if 3 minutes is enough. Either way the answer is yes. It has to be.
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