Charlotte Delaney has sworn off men. After one relationship disaster after another- including turning a guy gay!- Charlotte is so over the male species.
Isaac Fletcher had his heart cruelly broken. Yes, it was years ago. No, he never got over it. I...
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The envelope keeps staring at me and it's making me feel nervous. Although it had my name written on the front in a nice, neat scrawl, I still felt as if it wasn't something that I should have opened. It was like the envelope world's version Pandora's Box; once the seal is broken and the card has been read, there's no going back.
I think that's half the problem, really. There's no going back. It's my fault. The note was right about me dropping hints and at the time, I meant every single one of them but now that it's all about to become reality, I'm not so sure that I actually want what's about to happen, to actually happen.
Does that even make sense?
Picking the card up once again, my eyes scan Isaac's handwriting, taking in each word as if they all individually held something cryptic within them.
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Was this it? Was Isaac about to propose to me? Months ago, I'd said that I never wanted to get married, that I was more than happy with the way things were and that having a child together was all the commitment that I needed because let's face it, a child will last a lifetime whereas a ring and a certificate are easily destroyed. That was then, of course. Now, well, things were different and maybe I was starting to feel as if maybe being married to Isaac wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. It may very well be the best thing in the world. How would I know?
I'm still on the fence about it all. My head's been all over the place since Sera came to be and every day, seeing how Isaac is with our daughter, it's made me fall in love with him all the more. My feelings for him have evolved and all those things I said so long ago no longer stand true. Whether that meant that I now wanted to marry him, who knew. All I really know is that I never, ever want to not be without him.
If that meant becoming Mrs Fletcher, then that wouldn't be the end of the world.
My mind is so conflicted that I am basically a walking contradiction. My thoughts even rebut each other, that's how torn I am between what I want and what I think I want and what I know I want and what I know I don't want. If a therapist were to sit me down this very second, I'm a hundred percent sure that not even they would be able to make heads or tails of my thought process.
