I know what you’re thinking. It’s unconventional to want a man nine years older than you. It’s inconvenient to crush on your dearest friend’s older brother. It’s silly to pine after a man for six years. It’s cliché to lust after a celebrity. It’s pathetic to fall in love with a man who barely knows you exist.
I know what you’re thinking because I’ve thought it all, too. And yet that hasn’t stopped me from wanting Blake Campbell. Charming, gorgeous, brilliant, kind, selfless – Blake is everything I’ve ever wanted, but he doesn’t see me that way. In fact, he hardly noticed me until one night.
Traumatic events brought us together for the first time, but then he tossed me aside. I know it’s irrational, but I wanted him up until the moment he left me lying there alone.
When his eyes finally open and he finds out I’ve left, will it be too late?
Some people trip over a crack in the sidewalk and meet the love of their life. Some people are walking down the street, lost in a text message when they literally stumble into their destiny. Others don’t have romance on their radar when they fall off the deep end and into the relationship that makes them whole. In other words, love finds them and not the other way around.
I’ve never been one of those people. Romantic. Dreamer. Idealist. I’ve been called them all. Those nicknames never bothered me because I knew all the way to the marrow of my bones that the love of my own life was not too far away.
In my mind, the scenario was complete.
Our eyes would meet across a crowded room.
No, that’s not right.
Let’s take it from the top.
He’d become aware of me first, unable to wrench his eyes away from my glossy back waves (thank you Italian heritage and superb genetics). They would tumble around my shoulders elegantly and I’d be wearing an outfit that elongates my short legs (stubs, as my cousins called them. Rude.).
In my mind, the moment I meet him is flawless.
Reality had a different idea.
Because when I found the man I knew I was destined to be with me, he hardly noticed me. Every time after, he saw me as nothing more than a friend to his sister. Most times we interacted he scarcely paid attention to me, if only to provide pleasantries.
Despite all that, my gut keeps telling me that I’m meant to be with him. I’m not giving up. No matter what.
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with her family.
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