Author's Note: This is another short one. Maybe the next word that inspires me will result in a decent length post. I just felt like make this one longer wouldn't take something away from it. It's for the August 2nd word.
entelechy: a realization or actuality as opposed to a potentiality
The revelation came quietly, a mere whisper of a thought in his head. It caught Matt by surprise with its lack of fanfare. Shouldn't things like this hit you like a bolt of lightning? Or maybe feel like he'd been hit by a bus? Isn't that the way it was supposed to go?
He and Maxie were having dinner at the Metro Court, finally able to order after she made a phone call to Sam about Spinelli getting himself into trouble. Instead of following her ex, as he thought she might, the way she usually did, Maxie asked someone else to handle it. His shock must have shown on his face when she returned, because she smiled at him as she sat, saying simply, "It's your turn to be first."
And that was it. That was when he found himself thinking, I love her. Matt was in love for the first time in his life. With a woman who spent half her time helping to run a successful fashion magazine, another thirty percent tied to Spinelli and various members of the mob, and carved out a percentage for him when she could. He was in love with a woman who made it clear she didn't think she was cut out for long term relationships. With someone who admitted her abandonment issues left wounds that had yet to heal. He was in love with this gorgeous woman with a penchant for trouble, who someone had just warned him away from mere days ago because of her past unscrupulous behavior.
He was in love with a woman who, despite all that, somehow managed to be his match. With a woman who was strong, ambitious, determined, challenging, beautiful, funny, fantastic in bed, and secretly sweet. He was in love with a woman who came to have supply closet sex on their lunch breaks, sincerely asked for his advice when she was troubled, and in her sleep held him as if she never wanted to let him go. He loved Maxie, who trusted him, was honest with him, who was shifting her priorities for him.
He was in love and it felt right.