As I approached the door to her apartment, I felt like I was going to throw up. It had taken me close to ten years to come to this place and now that I was here I could only feel scared. My hands were sweaty and stomach was doing serious flip-flops. It wasn't just the alcohol that was making me feel that way, it was the fact that I was about to put my heart on the line and nothing was ever gonna be the same again. I ran my hand through my already messy hair and knocked on the door.

I licked my dry lips as I heard the chain being pulled back. This was the defining moment where I knew I'd look back in twenty years and tell our kids that this was how their mother and I finally got together. It felt so romantic, even to me.

I couldn't believe it. It was Fred. In his underwear.

Crushed. That's how I felt. It's a powerful word when you think about how deep it can go. Like a car in the junk yard, about to lose the only thing it had left; it's shell. I felt my blood run cold, right down to my legs. Face to face with that jerk again. He crushed me. He took the moment away from me. The most important moment of my whole life.

That was all I needed to realize just how stupid I really was for thinking that I could tell her how I felt. What I didn't understand was why Fred was there. I mean, they were divorced now. Maybe it was just a one night fling. I guess she was really on a roll...first it was Jimmy then Fred. Jeez, I was starting to really not like the way she was acting....it was kind of like....me.

I walked back to my car and drove home. It was really late but I couldn't sleep. I was so would up emotionally from the whole evening. In a matter of hours I had experienced so many extremities, it was hard to untangle how I was feeling. I had gone from curiosity to anger to extreme anger and finally excitement and nervousness.

I had always dreamt of telling Faith how I felt. I just didn't think I'd ever be seriously contemplating how I'd go about it. I thought that when I knocked on the door that she'd open it and just fall into my arms....because she'd know. There wouldn't have to be any words right away. But I'd hold her in my arms and kiss her and she'd just feel how I felt. She'd know that I was in love with her, because she was in love with me, too. At least that's how I imagined it would happen. Or should I say, hope.

I tossed and turned until after 3:00, hoping to think of a way out of how I was feeling. Just as I was drifting off, a knocking awoke me.

I was secretly hoping that maybe it was Faith. I swung the door open, a little more eager than I intended.

It was Sarah. And she had big news.