Palo Alto was just as she had imagined it, a quiet lazy sort of place. The only problem was that she didn't live here, didn't live with him. The last six months had become a blur of bus rides, planes, a campaign trail and many missed calls from her mum. She had wondered on the nights she spent alone what her life would have been like if she'd said yes, would she be happier?
On the lonely nights, her answer was always yes. Though she'd loved the last six months of her life, no matter how busy and hectic it could be. She just missed him and couldn't deny that she still loved him.
As she walked down an unfamiliar road that she had been on before, her thoughts of him came flooding back so quickly, she found a near bench and sat down to collect her thoughts before resuming her walk. Tears followed quietly as she sat there, she gently wiped them away and looked around. Across the road was the building where he worked, she'd been walking up and down the road for about an hour, not game to enter the building with fear of him not wanting to know her anymore. She looked up at a window which she assumed belonged to him, as she kept staring someone came to the window looking out of it, then looking down at her. She tried to pull her stare away from the window but couldn't, she'd finally seen him for the first time in six months. Both of them just looking at each other, neither moving away, neither wanting to move away, slowly coming to an understanding of why they were both looking at each other. She slowly looked away, got up from the bench she was sitting on, and started walking back towards her hotel. This had been the same thing she'd done for the last week, at the same time everyday, she sat down and looked up, he came to the window and looked down. Neither knowing whether to move from their spots, not wanting to face what they both knew was true, they still loved each other but were scared at what would or could happen.As she reached her room, she unlocked the door and walked in, placing her bag on the table and moving towards the shower the wash the days memories from her body. Why didn't she have the guts to talk to him? But of course it goes both ways, why didn't he? Tomorrow, she decided would be the day, she'd walk into that building and see him. She needed to do it. Not only for herself but for him as well, he had walked away not saying much at all, this would be his chance to tell her how he really felt about her turning him down. She needed to know, but then again she didn't want to know. She couldn't make up her mind, but one thing she had, was that tomorrow was the day she would see him, talk to him, be near him.Her head finally hit the pillow hours later, as she drifted off to sleep thoughts of what might happen tomorrow filled her head and her dreams.