*Finally updating this! I'm so sorry Mattie!*

Peter and I kissed for what seemed like an eternity before he slowly pulled away, his hand still around my waist. He looked into my eyes with an expression I'd never seen him have before; happiness. 

I know Peter had had happiness before, but this was the first time I'd known him to be happy since his divorce and the problems that haunted him with it. 

"Please, come in", he said slowly, moving into the house. I followed without a second thought.

The house was very nice and old; decorated in a rustic fashion. It suited Peter much better than his life in L.A. 

"I'm really surprised you'd come out here just to see an old bag like me. I left that note hoping that you would, and I figured that would only happen in my dreams; but here you are.."

He looked at me, and I walked over to him, feeling much more intrepid than I ever usually did.

"Of course I'd come.. I love you, Peter. It's soon, I know, but I just know in my heart that we can have a happy life together. I can help you with any problem that is facing you, and you can do the same for me. We can be there for each other.."  

I hadn't meant to, but the words I was saying were so real that I started to cry. 

Peter just stood there in front of me, looking stupefied. 

A tear rolled down my cheek, and he continued to say nothing. He just looked at the ground. 

I started to cry harder; he wasn't saying that he felt the same way, he wasn't saying anything.

I gave him one last look before opening his front door and returning to my hotel room.

I think it was raining at the time; but I couldn't bother to care through my own drops of tears. 

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Peter's POV

I had let her get away. Again. 

What was I thinking? A truly good woman travels across the United States just to confess her love to me, and I don't say anything to her. How could I be this stupid? 

Maybe it was because I was scared; I know it was. She's so much younger, she wouldn't stay with me forever. She'd find someone younger and better looking, perhaps. 

I was also scared because it was the first time I had feelings for a woman since my wife, and  I sure as hell wasn't recovered from that yet.

"But what if Mattie helped me recover..", I thought to myself. 

I sat at my table, eating my mediocre dinner for one by myself. 

Is this what I wanted until I died?

I nervously dialed the number to the only hotel in town, and asked if she was staying there. 

I checked the time; it was late. After 10 o'clock at night. But it couldn't wait, I had to explain myself.

I ran out, it was raining heavily and there was a strike of lightening every couple minutes. 

I reached the hotel after about four blocks or so, and I knocked on the door to her room.