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I shake my head, as if there’s water in my ear that is making me hear things.
“What?” I ask.
“I knew from the moment that we met, sober,” he winks, “that you would be the endgame for me. I want to be with you, here, where you are, and make a life for ourselves.”
“Max, we don’t know if a real relationship will work.” I tell him, unsure of even what I’m telling him.
“The relationship that we started was going perfectly, the only problem was that we were in two different cities, but we made it work. And in that time, we got to know one another on a different level, a deeper level and I can absolutely tell you that I’ve never felt this way about a relationship, a partner before you.”
“Max,” I say, tears dotting my eyes.
“I love you, Peyton. And I’m not afraid to tell you that I need you too,” he says.
I fight the urge to return the sentiment, but is he really here for the right reasons?
Does he love me, or he is just saying what I want him to say?
“Max, I’m not sure this is such a great idea. I don’t want you risking everything … on me.” I say, clearing my throat.
“What if the x is worth the risk? I’ve never felt as strongly about a decision as I do right now, live on the edge with me, Pey. This is a chance that sometimes we must take.”
“I thought that you don’t play the what ifs game?”
“This isn’t a game. This is an investment in our future as man and wife and for my business.”
“But I sent you these,” I say holding up the envelope, which I can only assume is the divorce papers that I sent to him.
“And I refuse to sign them.” he tells me, his chin raised high and with confidence.
I look at him. He’s the same man that I fell in love with, albeit a little tired looking, but I can tell through his posture and his tone that he means business. He’s not blowing smoke up my ass and he means every word that he is saying to me.
But what if this is a temporary change.
What if he still wants me to move to Seattle?
Or what if he changes his mind and we don’t work out?
MAXWELL
I wait, sitting on her couch, for her to accept my being here. For her to welcome me in and for us to resume our relationship.
Is it that easy though?
Can we resume the relationship that was blossoming before she decided that she couldn’t make the move?
Is there something else there that was making her want to stay here in Los Angeles?
“I want us back, I know that we were long-distance and while that’s a type of relationship we could have, I want you and I want you every day. I made all the maneuvers to make my home in Los Angeles, and I want my home to be with you.”
“But what if we don’t work out?”
“But what if we do, Peyton? What if we have the best romance in the history of random hook-ups from Las Vegas? What if we become one of the success stories that authors write about?”
“It’s a gamble,” she says.
“And I’m all in.”
I see the tears in her eyes as I take her hands in mine and move closer to her.
