Her thoughts are scattered in different directions. Her mind can’t still grope the reality of it.
It all started with an email. Now she’s scared that his last is gonna be the end of it. It would just be fitting, wouldn’t it?
But what can she do? Her and him only have had have had three weeks. They had two years. How can she compete with that? How can she compete with two years’ worth of history?
But what if he’s the ONE? Doesn’t she owe it to herself to find out? To fight for what they had, for the possibility of what they’re going to have?
The thing is, she doesn’t have great expectations in the first place. She exactly knew what she was getting herself into. The thing she didn’t count on was that she started to really like him. Dare say, started to care too?
So yeah, at this point, she’s going to give him his space…. to think. To choose.
She so wanted to let him know how much he means to her but she knows when she’s beat. She may be tough and all, but she also knows how and when to pick her battles. Besides, she needs some time to think things over too. Clear her head. This time, she knew better than just hope……
It sounds so clichéd but what was it that they say?
” That if you really love someone, set him free. If he comes back, it’s meant to be. If he doesn’t, then he’s not yours to have in the first place…….”
So, the process begins. The waiting. The hoping.
Although deep inside her she wants to scream out,
Pick me. Choose me. LOVE me.
xoxo
