A few days had gone by since James and I last spoke—more like since we last argued.
It made going to work and running into each other around the house majorly awkward. It was like he and I had reached this strange stalemate.
Neither one of us wanted to speak to each other about what happened...Especially, it ran the risk of starting another fight.
With that in mind, James and I tried to go about our own lives while delicately dancing around one another. It left me feeling horribly upset and irritatingly confused. I knew I should have just approached James on the topic so the two of us could simply move on.
But something was holding me back. A feeling. A thought. A possibility that I may not be able to handle the answer once I have it.
I wish I still had that same confidence when
