Dear One Day,
Hey, remember that time I read you and I wailed at the injustice that happened to your characters? You are a pretty big asshole, you know that? No? You don’t remember? I’m sure. (Can you hear the sarcasm in my voice?)
I shouldn’t like you and your cliché romance, but I CAN’T HELP IT. (You can say I read you for purely shallow reasons. I wanted a romance book that I can breeze through fairly quickly.)
I’m a big romantic at heart. I love a good romance that utterly wrenches my heart, and Dexter and Emma kind of have that? (Y’know if you excuse their stereotypical characteristics and stuff, which I can do sometimes when I’m not looking for any “deep” content.) They’ve been friends since the day they graduated college. They can’t help but rely on each other. I like that a lot. I really enjoy the slow-build of their relationship and their bantering. Long-term friends becoming more always do weird things to my heart. (It’s like a fish got stuck in my heart and is flopping around because there’s no water for it to swim in.)
You do not know how many times I squealed whenever Dexter would think of Emma. Every time he did something extremely asshole-ish/douche-y, I wanted to yell at him. “Don’t be stupid, Dexter. Just tell her!” He’s not my favorite leading man because he’s not the greatest person, but I guess that gives him a sort of realism, right? Despite that, my heart does a weird flop when I read about his dependence on Emma. She’s his rock. I like that he needs her. He’s a better person when she’s around, and yes, I’m pretty sure I’m quoting you, but it’s true!
At the same time, I think Emma could do better. I’m pretty sure if she and Dexter had never met, she would’ve been fine without him. (That’s an absolute fact.) And she did, for a certain time. She excelled while Dexter declined. I feel conflicted because I like them together and the whole “the love of my life was already by my side all along and I just never realized it until now,” but they are really polar opposites, which is why it works for me? They provide things to each other that the other doesn’t have.
I love that we, the readers, get to peer into a single day of their lives. I like seeing their growth (both individually and together) and not knowing what happens in their lives prior and after July 15th. It works.
But you know what didn’t work? The ending. It was such a cop-out and totally unbelievable. Sure, it wasn’t an entirely cliche ending because it wasn’t a happily ever after, but it became unnecessarily dramatic. It was very much a Nicholas Spark move by throwing this twist, and I, for one, did not care for that at all. The ending might have pulled at my heartstrings a bit, but that didn’t mean anything. If I could, I would show you the utter look of disgust on my face when I read it. Just what the fuck.
One Day, you were good. You could’ve been great though. I still think you are. I would’ve thought you were fucking awesome if there was more to the characters and if the ending wasn’t a pile of shit. I know we can’t always have a happily ever after, but goddamn it.