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hitting reply, Katie made a decision.
She would allow Johnathan to attempt friendship – and only
friendship. She wasn’t ready for a new relationship, not while old
memories still hurt. Katie figured that was a clear sign she was no
good for anyone new. With her mind made up, she hit reply.
Johnathan,
Frankly, I’m absolutely honored and
astounded that you’ve read my entire blog. You do realize that’s
nearly 900 posts, right? I had to think about it for a minute but
you’re probably right. If you’ve read the whole thing, you probably
do know me better than just about anyone.
Since you’ve read it, you know I’m still
suffering from a heart break from last year. I don’t know why it’s
lasting this long, but since it is, I’m keeping myself “off the
market.” I’m not interested in anything romantic, but I’m always
interested in friendship. I like the idea of digital pen pals.
And in response to your second question…
Katie
Katie hit send and smiled to herself. A
digital pen pal might be nice to have. And since she’d taken
romance off the table, maybe she would stop reacting to his
comments and emails.
Johnathan
Shifting in his seat, Johnathan felt
distinctly uncomfortable. He knew if he stood up his discomfort
would be evident to the world. Not willing to answer questions from
his children or deal with the knowing looks from his sister,
Johnathan continued sitting, staring at the computer screen.
Katie.
A beautiful name for what he was sure was a
beautiful woman. Johnathan didn’t know what was drawing him to
LittleKGirl, Katie , he corrected himself mentally, but he
refused to stop now. He smiled as he thought of her email response. She doesn’t want anything romantic? No problem.
Johnathan thought back to the past year or
so. The bitter divorce, the shared custody of two teenagers, his
sister and her son moving in with him – life had gone crazy. He
didn’t have room or time for a relationship, but he knew enough to
give in to the pull Katie had on him. Digital pen pals seemed a
safe route.
He understood a bit about heart break.
Johnathan shook his head, trying to rid himself of thoughts better
left alone. Maybe they could help each other out, he thought.
Friends helping one another heal. He hit reply.
Katie,
What a beautiful name. Short for
Katherine?
I understand the lack of desire for anything
romantic. I’m still recovering from my divorce. Recovering is
probably a strange word to use but it’s pretty accurate. Sort of
like being body-slammed but in the heart and the wallet
instead.
I need to get ready for work but I’ll email
you later. I’m full of questions. I hope you don’t mind if I ask a
million. I won’t be offended if you don’t want to answer them.
Have a good day!
Johnathan
Hitting send, Johnathan realized he was
alone. Mentally thanking his sister for her help getting the kids
off to school, he closed the laptop, carrying it into his home
office. He loved working from home but he had to keep a strict
routine or he’d easily become distracted, especially by a beautiful
blogger named Katie.
Settling into his latest graphics project,
Johnathan lost himself for a few hours. He enjoyed watching ideas
transform into pictures in front of him. Lately he’d taken to
working with black and white photographs for his clients. They
seemed to love the mystery and beauty he could create with those
images. He loved that he finally had the opportunity to marry his
passion with photography to his day job of advertising and creative
graphics.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Johnathan
realized he had been sitting in the same position for almost four
hours. He looked at his phone and saw that it was noon. Aching
muscles and a grumbling stomach told him he needed a break. Pushing
his chair back from his desk, Johnathan picked up his phone and
headed for the kitchen.
He pulled up his email on his phone, out of
habit, as he opened the