I drive past the broad gate again, staring as I slow to a crawl. The reflection of my brake lights cast a blood stained red shadow on the stone walls. The gate door is slightly ajar. Did he leave it that way for me? Why on earth he would want to meet in a cemetery after dark is beyond me. But I’m hoping this will be the night. I have been dreaming of becoming Mrs. Thomas Jameson White III.

It’s only been a few months, but I have never felt like this before. He is always consuming my thoughts. When I’m with him, I’m already looking forward to the next time I see him.

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