WHEN THE CLOCK STRUCK MIDNIGHT, and everyone at Matt’s threw their arms in the air to celebrate the arrival of the New Year, I watched my friends and thought about Sebastian again. My fingers wrapped around the stick of cinnamon gum in my pocket.
He’s probably all the way back to North Carolina now, and I am here. Maybe we’ll be together again; maybe we won’t. … Long-term love and a storybook ending had never been the planned outcome of our little romance.
Thanks to him, I know that beneath my sex-hungry veneer, I am capable of love. And I’m certain there’s a whole world of sex and love and everything in between out there, just waiting for me, and I’m ready to go out and find it. Whatever “it” might be.
So kiss it, fairy-tale endings. This story ended my way, and it is just the beginning.