Oh I know! I didn't answer because I didn't want to find another smoochie.
It's "When the Wrong One Loves You Right" by Sara
Here's the next one --
It was Jonathan. He stood, smiling, as he waited for me to come
to him. I supposed he was nervous that I was still angry at his
coldness over the phone the other day. I wasn't. I ran through
the hall and into the music room and into Jonathan's arms.
He held me and we just stood there, unmoving, savoring the
moment and each other. Jonathan pulled away first.
"Martha, I'm so sorry," he said all at once. "I wasn't thinking.
How could I know how difficult it was to have to take care of
your mother and deal with your family? I was insensitive,
stupid-"
"No, it was me," I insisted. "It was all I talked about, how
frustrating it was, how worried I was about my mother. I
should've given you a chance to say something. I shouldn't have
left everything like that, abandoning you after I said no to
your proposal. I was just so confused-"
"No, it's not your fault," he argued, stepping away and calming
his cadence and tone. "I shouldn't have expected an answer so
fast. I understand now that you need time. Marriage is a big
decision, and I don't want to rush you into anything. I'll just
wait, however long it takes; I'll be waiting."
"Thank you," I said, falling back into his arms. This time he
took my face in his hands and we kissed, long and longingly, not
wanting to let go.
- Alicia
