The American Roommate Experiment

To those waiting on love, be patient.
Love is a total drama queen.
It’s just waiting to make an entrance.

“At least, I hope you didn’t forget your toothbrush because sharing one is a big step.”

Everything I didn’t believe of myself, everything I couldn’t possibly think you saw in me, was there. I saw myself through your eyes. You loved me. And knowing someone like you could love me when I wasn’t whole only made me want to do more. Be more. It made me want to become a better man for myself. A worthy one, for me and you. To prove you right. It made me want to earn that love you were willing to give me, Rosie. And that’s what I’m doing. Or trying to do

Because now, I was an engineer turned romance writer who barely survived the most magical and romantic time of the year.

The irony wasn’t lost on me.

like a modern-day Mr. Darcy

Then, she added, “At least nothing other than you happened.”

Don’t threaten me with a good time,

Don’t you see that I’ll break my back to provide anything you could possibly need? Have I not made myself obvious?

“Eres preciosa. Me recuerdas a una flor. A una rosa.”

“I can say it again for you, would you like that?” he offered, and then, instead of waiting for my answer—Yes please, sir, and can you record it, too, so I can play it for years to come?—he leaned in.