Chapter 11: Tonight My Dreams Come True
A/N- Ok, just a little note on this one. Remember that Max�s point of view is always a bit behind Logan�s. It has slowly been catching up, but as of now, it�s still behind. Just keep that in mind as you read so that you don�t get confused.
Aimee- What can I say, you�ve been helping me out so much with this. Thanks.
And now, on with the show
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My love,
Everyday I think of you, and everyday I listen to music as I do. Almost every song I hear now, somehow reminds me of you. But then again, everything reminds me of you somehow. A friend of mine has gotten me interested in a pre-pulse singer by the name of Richard Marx. His lyrics touch me more deeply than any others that I have heard. Since I enjoy them so much, I thought that I would share some of his songs with you. Here�s one that sums up my life since you left. It�s called �Until I Find You Again.�
Lately I�ve been trying
To fill up my days since you�re gone.
The speed of light is blinding,
And I didn�t know how to hold on.
My mind won�t clear.
I�m out of tears.
My heart�s got no room left inside.
How many dreams will end?
How long can I pretend?
How many times will love pass me by,
Until I find you again.
Will the arms of hope surround me?
Will time be a fairweather friend?
Should I call out to angels,
Or just drink myself sober again?
I can�t hide, it�s true.
I still burn for you.
Your memory just won�t let me go.
How many dreams will end?
How long can I pretend?
How many times will love pass me by,
Until I find you again.
I�d hold you tighter,
Closer than ever before.
Yeah.
No flame would burn brighter,
If I could touch you once more,
Hold you once more.
How many dreams will end?
How long can I pretend?
How many times will love pass me by,
Until I find you again.
Until tomorrow my love,
Logan.
I smile and close the letter. I have read that one already, but then again, I�ve read all of Logan�s letters to me. Many times. As soon as the plane took off, I began to read all of my letters again, and have continued to do so as I walk the streets of Seattle.
Everything seems so right. The bustle on the streets, the smell in the air, the way that my body so naturally points it�s way to his place. The ride in the elevator, and the standing at his door. I can suddenly feel every inch of my body, because it is tensing up with both anticipation and fear.
I can hear the faint sounds of music playing deep within his apartment, and I consider picking his lock, but I have nothing on me to do it with. My usual lock picking kit is, well, not on me. I consider leaving, but why? This is the moment that I have waited so long for. The moment I�ve been dreaming of ever since I had to leave Seattle. Besides, where else can I go? I�m sure Original Cindy has since moved on, and even if she hasn�t, I can�t very well just suddenly show up after a year and expect nothing to be changed. She more than likely has another roommate by now anyways.
I can hear the music turn off, and the faint rustle that can only come from Logan standing up. I close my eyes and picture his crystal blue eyes. I raise my hand to knock, and can hear the pounding that I am creating on his wooden door. I can hear him come towards the door, and my heart begins to race. The door opens, and my heart stops.
I look at him. There he is. The one who has been writing letters to me everyday since I had to leave. The one who has helped me to make it through each day. The one who proposed to me. That thought stops me. The one who proposed to me. I look deep into his eyes, and can see the turmoil there. And he�s right. We�re both different people. We have built up an image of the other over the months, and that image is not the same as the flesh and blood that is standing before us. I contemplate that I have made the biggest mistake of my life coming back here. I should have stuck with the image in my head. I look at Logan one last time, deep into his eyes, deep into his soul, and that�s when it happened.
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