II PART of III
She had read it again and again. What should she do? Should she go and get him back or stay with what she know and forget about him and avoid getting hurt? Why was she so afraid of getting hurt? Hurt by a person she had known bye only five months. But it was a really long time; five months, five long months getting to know a person. The truth was she got to know him in every single way she could think of. Then again she was thinking of him. Again like every single minute since he left her. She had been fine until he came to her life. Then, everything changed. She experienced feelings she never did before. She felt happy, real happy, another kind of happiness, since he appeared in her life. But also, she felt empty. Now that he was gone, she felt trashed. She missed him and it hurt. There weren't any kind of strings that would force him to come back to her. They were nothing real: not boyfriends or girlfriends, not in a relationship, not engage or married. They were just friends. Were they?
She thought about the last night they spend together. It was their first time and it meant everything to her. He had asked her if he could make love to her. He didn't wanted sex, no. He said love. He said he loved her, loves her. Did that mean they were something, right?
She looked at the letter again. Only four words were written on the paper.
If you don't, I will
There was also a flight ticket and a wedding invitation. She knew what it meant. But could she be so sure about it? Would he come back to her and leave her live behind? Would he do that? For her if she didn't show up on the wedding, or would he be so disappointed on her that he would just forget about her?
Somehow she was unsure about what he would or not do. He has been clear in the airport.
'Wait for me' he said to her.
He was clearly saying he would come back. But again what if he wouldn't? What if this pain never went away? She was hurt because she couldn't be certain about him coming back, about all the promises being meant, about the way he felt for her.
But why was she so afraid of discovering so terrible thing? Maybe because it would broke her? Like his father broke when her mother left him for his brother and she knew how would she end up if that happen?
She put the letter aside and crawled beneath her sheets. She was lying on the bed on the back of her truck. The pillow still smelled like him. She missed him so much.
I know this is way too short. but i feel this had to be posted apart. There's only one chapter left. Sorry it took me this long but i'm having trouble deciding what exactyl is going to happen on the last chapter. and how. and i kinda have really no time to really write anything. so.. i'll try my best to update as soon as possible. sorry again. i hope you like this.
-M