“Matt and I, we’re over,” Meg stated.
“Oh, Maggie, you say that at least once a month and you always work things out. I’m sure it’s nothing.”
She laughed bitterly. “Okay, if you think kissing Nick and having Matt walking in is nothing.”
“WHAT?”
She quickly spilled the story. “Matt called a little later, and we argued a lot, and he said things with us are over, and that’s that. I’m single now, but I don’t know what to do about Nick. I don’t know whether I should get back together with him because I think he wants that, or if I should just forget about him.”
“What’s in your heart, sweetie?”
“I can’t tell what my heart is saying and what my head is saying…I can’t separate them.”
“Give it some time. Just sit here and relax for a while and I’ll go make you a cup of tea.”
“Thanks,” Meg sniffled. As Liz left, her thoughts ran wild. Why couldn’t she have fixed things with Nick in the first place? Then she’d be in a lot easier of a position now. And why did she have to date Matt? That would have simplified things a lot, too. When she looked back, she never felt the same way about him that she did about Nick. He was her best friend, not boyfriend material. Now she’d gone and screwed that up. How was she going to fix things with him? Then there was Nick to worry about. She loved him, and he loved her, and they both knew it, but she still had her doubts. Things with them would be too difficult. She had no clue what to do. ‘I need a sign,’ she thought. Just then, the telephone rang. She picked it up.
“Hey, Maggie,” came Matt’s deep voice.
“Matt?”
“I wanted to talk to you. I know we’re really not on good terms right now, but I’m an idiot.”
“How are you an idiot? You didn’t cheat on me.”
“Because I should have known there could never be anything between us. I should have known you still cared about Nick. I shouldn’t have made you stay with me when I knew you didn’t love me.”
“But I do love you, Matt!”
“Are you in love with me, though?”
She thought for a moment. “I guess not.”
“I didn’t think so.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t force myself to feel a certain way about someone. I wish I could.”
“I know, I know, but I understand completely.” He paused. “So how are things with Nick? Are you two together now or what?”
“No, yes, I don’t know. I told him I’d think about everything and then call him. I don’t know whether I should get back with him or not.”
“Go for it, Meg. Anyone could see he makes you happy, and you’re in love with him. That’s all that matters.”
She smiled. “You’re my sign.”
“What?”
“I was just wishing for a sign to help me figure out what to do. You must be my sign.”
“Call him, Meg.”