I slept in my office chair until half twelve, and when the alarm on my phone sounded I jumped up, grabbing it to check for any new emails.

Really I was checking to see if she'd cancelled.

But of course she wouldn't. This was her big break, she was getting her book published.

She was getting her dream.

I walked to the bathroom, splashing my face with cool water and fixing my suit.

I looked like the old me, the seventeen year old boy with fire in his eyes because he knew he would get to see his girl.

Only now I was dressed in a suit, with a career and a life to live. Except I wanted to live it with her.

I mentally prepared myself before I headed to Central Park, and even the whole way there I tried to imagine what I'd say to her, what I'd do, what I'd feel.

I took a seat on the second bench, suddenly afraid encase she took one look at me and ran away.

Would she do that?

I hoped with every fibre of my being that she wouldn't.

I checked my phone every five minutes until it hit one o'clock.

Then I checked it every one minute until it reached one fifteen.

She wasn't coming.

I'd sat here every lunch time for the past three years, and I thought that today I'd be able to share it with her.

But obviously that wasn't going to happen.

I rubbed my eyes as I stood up, heading back towards my office as I shook my head at my own naivety.

My phoned pinged in my hand before I'd even walked a foot away from the bench, and my head snapped down to read the email.

From: Bookworm17

To: MasenPublishing05

You've sat here every lunch time for three years Edward, you never normally leave until at least half one…

I stared at the email, my head a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as I tried to make sense of everything.

From: Bookworm17

To: MasenPublishing05

You've been looking Edward. But you never looked far enough.

I've been sitting on the other side of this pond for three years, trying to work up the courage to come to you. The only way I could think of was to send you my book.

Tears trickled down my face as I stared at the screen.

She knew?

From: Bookworm17

To: MasenPublishing05

Turn around Edward.

I've no idea how my legs moved, but somehow they did.

And there, standing at the other end of my bench, was my true love.

Long brown hair fell below her shoulders, and dark brown eyes stared back at me, as a gentle but hesitant smile lingered on her lips.

She knew all along.