Belong with them
she chuckled wistfully, sipping her wine.
Realizing I’d spent the entire night comparing Maggie to Amy. Amy had won the prize at every corner of the road, a realization hit me like a freight train—I was being a colossal jerk.
Clearing my throat uncomfortably, I acknowledged, “I am sorry, Maggie. I am just not in the right state of mind to start this.”
Maggie swatted her hand dismissively, offering a kind of reassurance. “She is a lucky girl.”
As the date ended with uncomfortable tension between us, it wasn’t wise to drag it any further. Grateful that we had arrived in separate cars, I rushed home, my mind racing with what to say to Amy.
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