I’ve Seriously Been Contemplating as to Whether or Not to Walk out of Someone’s Life
And you won’t believe the reason either.
It’s because I’m madly, deeply, and hopelessly in love with him.
But he doesn’t know that.
So now what? I haven’t a bloody clue. At the ripe old age of soon-to-be 60, I’m filled with more love for him than fear of telling him but the fear is damn close. When I lie awake at night thinking about telling him, how to, and what the aftermath would look like, the fear is ahead of the love by a mile.
If I tell him and he doesn’t feel the same way then I’ve set myself up for rejection. Plus I have the additional burden of knowing that I’ve now made him very uncomfortable and perhaps even hurt him in the process. How? Because he’s a sweet and sensitive man and he would begin to wonder what he did, what misstep he took that ended up with me having a broken heart.
I don’t want to do that to him.
I could just walk away and not say anything. An unrequited love to me is better than a rejected love. This option seems to be the lesser of all evils. I don’t think he’d even miss me. He’s very popular and not only does his cup runneth over so does his plate. In the whirlwind that is his life, I doubt one less person in it would…
