Like My Ex (3 page)

"I love London on a Sunday morning," Greg declared as he walked hand in hand with his sweet heart.

Cristina squeezed his hand. "Really? So do I. Funny that. So, where are you taking me on this fine morning good Sir?"

"There's a great coffee shop just down this street. I think you'll like it. I went on a date there once. Did I ever tell you about that?"

"No, I don't think you did tell me. Tell me right now or I'm taking the next train home," Cristina teased.

Greg felt her warm hand in his and looked Cristina in the eye before continuing. "I met this girl on a dating site. Funny thing is I could hardly make out her photo but her profile made her sound like just the kind of girl I like so I thought, what the heck, lets give it a try. Then I met her, and I was blown away. She was a stunning English rose. She dressed well, walked like a model and spoke well. She was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman."

"She sounds amazing. I'll have to meet her someday," Cristina joked. "So, when did you know you were in love?"

"I knew the moment she turned her head. When I called out her name, the way she turned her head and the way her long blonde hair swept past her collar. That was it. I was hooked."

"Sounds serious. What are you going to do?" Cristina giggled.

"I'm going to take her for coffee and tell her how much I missed her. I really have missed you so much Cristina. I never phoned because I didn't think it was fair on you. But I couldn't even imagine being with another woman. It was crazy and I was slowly going out of my mind. I 'd keep meeting women at work functions and often they'd want to arrange a date but I just couldn't. I felt like I'd be cheating on you. It just didn't make any sense. I was like half a person after we went our separate ways."

Cristina nodded. "We're two of a kind. I was the same. I didn't know what to do without you. If what we had didn't work it seemed pointless to go and meet someone else. It's funny how things work out. We might never have talked again if it hadn't been for my love consultant, as I call her, the one and only Sally."

"Thank you Sally. We'll have to make her the guest of honor at our wedding," Greg looked at the surprise in Cristina's wide eyes and knelt down on one knee outside the coffee shop. He took a small box from his coat pocket and opened it to show a huge diamond ring.

With a slight quiver in his voice he asked, "Cristina, make me the happiest man in London by marrying me. Will you marry me?"

Cristina put her hand to her mouth, took a deep breath and looked down at the engagement ring, looked Greg in the eyes, felt tears in her eyes, and said the words she thought she'd never get to say: "Yes Greg, of course I'll marry you."

Norah C. Peters has always loved telling stories that make people smile and she especially enjoys writing stories that lift the human spirit and get us in touch again with what really matters in life: love and friendship. When she's not writing she can usually be found losing track of time in the garden with a hot cup of tea close to hand.