Olivia was passionate about everything. She just wasn’t passionately in love with James. Although they experienced some heady moments in exquisitely romance settings, something was missing. They’d done it all together. Skiing, climbing, touring country after country, sailing. They’d exchanged everything meaningful about their hopes dreams and beliefs. They clicked. Really clicked. For all that, it didn’t quite feel right. No matter how hard she’d tried, she couldn’t figure out what it was.
Just as she knew he was about to propose and knew she was about to refuse. There was no rhyme or reason but for her, it wasn’t in the cards. Olivia was throwing away five great years and some of her most precious experiences. but still, she held back.
James was fantastic on every level. Smart, witty, rose to any challenge, had saved her skin on numerous occasions, been there for her through whatever ordeal she’d faced, but still, she held back.
What the hell was wrong with her? Dropping her head on her palm she tapped it. “Come on girl, think. This is the deciding moment of your life. You know it. What is it?” she asked herself aloud.
Passion. He wasn’t passionate. He merely went along for the ride. She was the ring leader, the decider the adventurer. She needed, wanted more. An equal, someone to fight passionately with who took turns taking the lead who could make decisions.
Sadly, she stared at her reflection in the windows. She had her answer.