Waking this morning, my stomach is rumbling and hungry. My first thought for the day is what will Forrest send me for breakfast today?

Picking up my phone to turn off my alarm, I almost drop it when I see there is a message from Forrest.

My finger hovers over the button to open it for a split second, but I know I have been waiting for this from the moment I walked away from him. A sign that he is willing to fight for us. Well, at least I hope that’s what it is.

Forrest: The delivery address for this morning’s breakfast has changed. The courier told me that apparently your office is being renovated, so I offered the use of my apartment—temporarily, of course. He will be delivering it at 8am if you would like to see what today’s package is, and of course, the color of the ribbon.

I sit up in bed so quickly, and my head is racing with all the rationalization of what I should reply. I should say no because it’s too soon, but that’s not what I really want. I’m supposed to be giving myself time to sort out my emotions before we have this talk, but to be honest, I was already thinking about reaching out to him in a day or so anyway. But if I say yes, we shouldn’t meet at the apartment, I know that’s a bad idea, yet I’m not sure I want anyone else listening to me as I pour out to Forrest all the craziness that’s been in my mind for so long.

“Ugghhh, why does he always push me to make hard decisions?” I whine out loud.

I type my reply and delete it three times because I can’t decide what to say. Finally, I settle on honesty, with no hiding behind comedy.

Harper: I want to see you as well. Just to talk, because that’s all it can be right now. So, if I come to your apartment, I need you to promise that we keep it at that. It’s important to me.

His reply bounces back straight away.

Forrest: I agree and totally understand. I just need to see you and tell you something. I promise this can be whatever you want it to be. Please give us this chance to just sit and work through what we both need to, over a pretty great breakfast if I do say so myself.

He always has a way of making me laugh at his cheesiness that I never expected from a man like Forrest, but it really does suit him.

Harper: Deal, but only if that breakfast comes wrapped in a ribbon. I’ve got high standards, you know.

Forrest: As you should. Never accept anything less than those standards.