Maybe Someday

However, until three weeks ago, I didnt realize that the best life I could give her was a life without me in it. She needed the opposite of what I could offer her, and I know that now. She knows that now. And we accept it.

So when you ask if I would choose her over you, youre presenting a situation that I cant give you a straight answer to. Because yes, at this point, I probably would walk away from you if she asked me to. The majority of my loyalty still lies with her. But if youre asking who I need more? Who I want to be with more? Who my heart craves more? My heart decided that for me a long time ago, Sydney.

When Ive read the last word, I pull the notebook against my chest and cry. He slides me off of him until Im on my back, and he hovers over me, guiding my eyes up to meet his.

Its you, he says aloud. My heart . . . wants you.

A sob breaks free from my chest when I hear his words. I immediately grab his shoulders and lift myself up, pressing my lips to the area directly over his heart. I kiss him over and over, silently thanking him for giving me reassurance that I havent been in this alone.

When I lower my head back to the pillow, he lies beside me, then pulls me against him. He touches my cheek with his hand and slowly leans in to kiss me. His mouth caresses mine so carefully it feels as if hes holding my heart in his hand and is afraid he might drop it.

As much as Im convinced he would do everything he could to protect my heart, Im still too scared to hand it over. I dont want to give it to him until I know its the only heart hes holding.

I dont open my eyes, because I dont want him to know I hear him leaving. I felt him kiss me. I felt him slide his arm out from beneath me. I heard him pull his shirt over his head. I heard him search for a pen. I heard him write me a letter, and I heard him place it on the pillow beside me.

I feel his hand as it presses into the mattress beside my head. His lips meet my forehead before he pulls away and walks out my bedroom door. When I hear the front door shut, I roll onto my side and pull the covers over my head to block out the sunlight. If I didnt have to work today, Id stay right here in this position and cry myself dry.

I brush my hand across the mattress in search of his letter. When I find it, I pull it under the covers with me and read it.

Sydney,

A few months ago, we thought we had it all figured out. I was with the one girl I thought I would be with forever, and you were with a guy you thought deserved you way more than he did.

Look at us now.

Wanting more than anything to be free to love each other but cursed by bad timing and loyal hearts. We both know where we want to be; we just dont know how to get there. Or when we should get there. I wish things were as easy as they seemed when I was nineteen. Wed grab a calendar and pick a date, and wed start a countdown until I could show up at your front door and start loving you.

However, Ive learned that the heart cant be told when and who and how it should love. The heart does whatever the hell it wants to do. The only thing we can control is whether we give our lives and our minds the chance to catch up to our hearts.

I know thats what you want more than anything. Time to catch up.

As much as I want to stay here and allow this to begin between us, theres something I want from you even more than that.I want you to be with me in the end, and I know that cant happen if I keep trying to rush our beginning. I know exactly why you were hesitant to let me in last night: you arent ready yet. Maybe Im not, either. Youve always said you wanted time to yourself, and the last thing I want is to start a relationship with you when Ive barely given enough respect to the one that just ended with Maggie.

I dont know when youll be ready for me. It might be next month or next year. Whenever it is, just know that I have absolutely no doubt that we can make this work. I know we can. If there are two people in this world capable of finding a way to love each other, its us.

Ridge

P.S. I spent most of the night watching you sleep, so thats one fantasy I got to check off the list. I also wrote lyrics to an entire song, which was unfortunate for Brennan. I didnt have my guitar, so I forced him to make a rough cut of it at five oclock this morning so I could leave it with you.

One of these days, Ill play it for you, along with all the other songs I plan to write for you while were apart. Until then, Ill be waiting patiently.

Just say when.

I fold the letter and pull it against my chest. As much as it hurts to know hes walking away, I also know that I need to let him. I asked for this. We need this. I need this. I need to get myself to a point where I know that we can finally be together without all the doubt running through my head. Hes right. My mind needs to catch up to my heart.

I run the back of my hand across my eyes, then open my texts.

Me: Can you come over? I need your help.

Warren: If this has to do with the fact that I gave Ridge your address last night, Im sorry. He forced it out of me.

Me: This has nothing to do with that. I need to ask you for a huge favor.

Warren: Be there when I get off work tonight. Should I bring condoms?

Me: Funny guy.

I close out the text to Warren and open up the song Ridge just sent me. I reach into my drawer for my headphones, then fall back against my pillow and hit play.

ITS YOU

Baby, everything youve ever done

Underneath this here sun

It doesnt even matter anymore

Oh, of this Im sure

Cuz youve taken me

Places I want to be

And you show me

Everything that I could ever

Want to see

You, you know its

You know its you

I think about you every single day

Trying to think of something better to say

Maybe hi, how are you

Not just anything will do

Cuz youve taken me

Places I want to be

And you show me

Everything that I could ever

Want to see

You, you know its

You know its you

24.

Ridge

Me: Im looking at your schedule for March. Youre free on the 18th.

Brennan: Why do I feel like Im about to be busy on the 18th?

Me: Im planning a show, and I need your help. Well do it locally.

Brennan: What kind of show? Full band?

Me: No, just you and me. Maybe Warren if hell sign for us.

Brennan: Why do I feel like this has to do with Sydney?

Me: Why do I feel like I dont care what you feel like?

Brennan: The ball is in her court, Ridge. You really should just leave things alone until shes ready. I know how you feel about her, and I dont want you to screw it up.

Me: March 18 is still three months away. If she hasnt made up her mind by that date, then all Im doing is giving her a little shove. And when did you start giving relationship advice? How long has it been since you were in one? Oh, wait. That would be never.

Brennan: If I agree to help you, will you STFU? What do you need me to do?

Me: Just carve out some time for me between now and then to run through some new songs.

Brennan: Is someone over his writers block?

Me: Yeah, well, someone once told me heartache is good for lyrical inspiration. Unfortunately, he was right.

Brennan: Sounds like a smart guy.

I close out my texts to Brennan and open one up to Warren.

Me: March 18. I need a local venue. A small one. Then I need you to get Sydney to go there with you that night.

Warren: Is she supposed to know you orchestrated this?

Me: No. Lie to her.

Warren: Not a problem. Im good at lying.

I set my phone down, pick up my guitar, and walk out onto my balcony. Its been almost a month since I last saw her. Neither of us has texted the other. I know Warren still keeps in contact with her, but he refuses to tell me anything, so I just stopped asking. As much as I miss her and as much as I want to beg her to just let this begin with us, I know time is better for both of us right now. There was still too much guilt rolled up in the thought of starting something too soon, despite how much we wanted to be together. Waiting until were both in a good place is definitely what needs to happen.

However, I feel as if Im already there. Maybe its easier for me because I know where Maggie and I stand, and I know where my heart stands, but Sydney doesnt have that reassurance. If time will give her that reassurance, then Ill give her time. Just not too much. March 18 is only three months away. I hope to hell shes ready by then, because Im not sure I can keep myself away from her for longer than that.

I scoot my chair to the edge of the balcony and fold my arms over the railing, then look over at her old balcony. Every time I come out here and see her empty chair, it makes all of this so much harder. But I cant seem to find anything inside my apartment that reminds me of her anymore. She left nothing when she moved, and she really never had anything while she was here. Being outside on this balcony is the closest I can come to feeling her since it seems were so far apart.

I lean back in my chair, pick up a pen, and begin writing the lyrics to another song, with nothing but her on my mind.

The cool air running through my hair

Nights like these, doesnt seem fair

For you and I to be so far away

The stars all shimmer like a melody

Like theyre playing for you and me

But only I can hear their sounds.

I pick up my guitar and work through the first few chords. I want these songs to be enough to convince her that were ready, so every single thing has to be perfect. Im just nervous that Im relying too much on Warren to help make it happen. I hope hes more reliable in this situation with Sydney than he is with his rent checks.

25.

Sydney

Im not going.

Yes, you are, Warren says, kicking my legs off the coffee table. Im bored out of my mind. Bridgette works all weekend, and Ridge is off doing God knows what with God knows who.

I immediately look up at him with my heart caught in my throat.

He laughs. That got your attention. He reaches forward, grabs my hands, and pulls me off the couch. Im kidding. Ridge is at home working, being a mopey little shit, just like youre trying to be. Now, go get pretty and come out with me tonight, or Ill sit on the couch with you and force you to watch porn.

I pull my hands from his and walk to the kitchen. I open a cabinet, then grab a cup. I dont want to go out tonight, Warren. I had class all day, and its my only night off from the library. Im sure you can find someone else to go with you. I grab a container of juice from the refrigerator and fill my glass. Leaning against the counter, I take a sip as I watch Warren pout in my living room. Hes kind of adorable when he pouts, which is why I always give him such a hard time.

Listen up, Syd, he says, walking toward the kitchen. He grabs a bar stool and pulls it out, then takes a seat. Im about to lay things out for you, okay?

I roll my eyes. I doubt I can stop you, so go ahead.