I looked at my watch. It was 8 AM.
It was the third day since the last time I spoke to Mr. K. I constantly pressed on the home button on my phone. Still nothing.
Three days before, I had a huge fight with Mr. K. My mind went back and forth to that day, trying to justify my reasons to get mad and being stubborn – and it only made things worse. So I decided to take a deep breath, and got ready for work.
After some time, I made up my mind. I thought I should let him go. Some people are not meant to be together, and if this was the case, I better let him go sooner than later. There ought to be a good reason why God brought us here – or so I thought.
The moment I got home from work, I found a package addressed from me. Apparently it was a dress from Mr. K. That was one dress that I saw (and liked) when Mr. K and I were on our date. Honestly, I wasn’t quite sure how to feel. It was always nice to know that someone actually remembered the small things you mentioned the other day. But anyway with Mr K – we hadn’t been talking in three days.
Later on, I wasn’t sure what to do. Now what? Should I text him? Or should I wait for him to text me? Or should I just ignore him?