I told you before I would wait, and I will.

I would like to have a conversation with you. I know you are busy so when you have time. — You

I waited to answer this. I had been waiting for what felt like an entertinty for that text, but part of me didn’t want it to come either. When you weren’t speaking to me at least I had hope. Since I had no reason, there was no resolution. Meaning that one day you could possibly come back to me. In a way you were still mine.

6:15 — I have never dreaded a time so much in my life. I almost thought about canceling. SO many thoughts ran through my head on what you were going to say. I had missed you so much and yet I didn’t want to see you. I didn’t want this to be the end. It couldn’t be the end. My nerves were eating away at my stomach. I felt nausea. I can honestly say, I do not recall having ever been more nervous in my life.

“Let it go”, “breathe” — my mantra during the short 5 minute ride to your house. I had to reassure myself that this was going to end up the way it is supposed to over and over again. That it will be O.K.