There I was, sitting on my bed, regretting what I didn't do. I was just there, thinking of different scenarios of what might've happened if I'd done it. I remembered his words in my mind saying that he'd give me till midnight or it was over. After a while, I noticed there was still time to do it. I walked downstairs, grabbed the keys to my car, and drove away.
My heart was pounding, I was starting to regret my decision, but I loved they way I was feeling. The rush, the anxiety, the fear of what was going to happen, and I kept going. I had a smile on my face because I knew I was going to see him again. That we were going to make it work.
It was 11:59, anything could happen in one minute. I had arrived, you could hear my heart from a mile away. I got out of the car, I rung the bell, a girl answered, I'd never seen her before, I could feel a tear forming in my eye. As I turned around, I realized it was too late. There was no hope for us anymore.
That's when it hit me, he's not the one for me.