I stared at my portrait that Tristan so beautifully painted and Mark dutifully delivered a week ago and wondered if I should call him. I haven't talked to him in a week ever since I walked away from him. He hasn't called me either. Maybe he was mad at me or was too offended. After all I was the one who made the first move and I was the one to walk away afterwards and so abruptly at that. To be honest even I don't know why I did that.
I was dreaming about him, wanting him, yearning for him for so long. And then when I got him, I just pushed him away. It seemed a good decision then but I was not so sure now. Because I thought one week would be more than enough to get over him and his perfection. But that was not the case. If anything, the lack of contact with him has made me even more rest
