“I THOUGHT you are done talking to me?”
I can’t blame him for thinking that way. I was, in fact, the one who stormed out of the Gala and left him, not even finishing our conversation. If that could even be considered conversation. It was an argument. A fight. I was lashing out at him for reasons unknown and he was only defending himself to me. I was really childish.
And not to mention really petty too. I can only imagine what he must be thinking of me now. I did, indeed, humiliate myself. I really want to curl into a ball and just die right now.
I wince, thinking back about all the things I said. Taking an unnecessary deep breath, I gather the courage to tell him everything I want to say. I mean, it’s taken a lot to get here. I have gone through the woods, and the creeks, and crossed t
