A/N - Sorry about the lack of update but I've been a busy bee. The chapter is a little short, but I like it better than the last one. Anyway, hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter. Please, read & review? Please?
That night last week was rough. There had been a lot of screaming and crying. Not to mention a flying vase directed at my head. I suppose that I couldn't blame her for her reaction. I doubt any woman would react calmly to her boyfriend dumping her due to lingering feelings for his ex-girlfriend from years ago. She had told me that I had been stringing her along this whole time, playing with her emotions when I knew that there wasn't a shot in hell that I could ever feel the same. She was right. No matter how many years I had tried to deny it, my heart belonged to you. I was sorry that I had hurt her, but I couldn't lie anymore. To her, or to myself.
When I had made my decision, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. She left, and I was free to pursue a reunion with you. However, when I woke up to next morning, everything didn't seem so clear cut anymore. Maybe I had acted too hastily. Could we really make it work this time? Had anything really changed? My indecisiveness held my captive in my home, preventing me from making any moves to better our situation.
It seems my temporarily heart won out, as I sit in my Hummer outside of your house. This morning I had come to the conclusion that it was an absolute necessity for me to pursue this. To pursue us. However, it seems that my conscious had been down and not out, as I felt it begin to nag me again. I stared at your front door from within the confines of my car, then back down at my hands which now nervously wrung around one another. What if she doesn't want you anymore? What are you going to do then? I didn't have an answer for either of those two questions.
Shaking every doubt and regret out of my mind, I quickly climbed out of the Hummer, picking up pace with every step towards your door, in case my mind should begin its antics again. I must have raised my hand to knock at least a zillion times before I finally went through with the action. I held my breath nervously as I heard footsteps approaching the door. I almost wanted to laugh at the irony of the situation. Years ago, I remember you visibly tensing every time I walked into a room. You used to tease me that my old age and good looks intimidated you. You also used to say that nothing ever made me nervous, that I was too confident and cool for my own good. It was almost as if you didn't notice the way that I froze when you entered the same space as me. You didn't know the effect that you had on me, that only you made me nervous. As I stand at your door, my heart thumps so loudly in my chest that I swear your whole block could hear it. I feel a swell of emotions that I haven't felt in years. I feel alive again. And at this moment I know that I've made the right decision by coming here.
I'm snapped out of my trance when I here the jingling of chains behind the door and the twist of the doorknob. I silently exhale, realizing that I didn't want you to see me for the first time in years looking like a blue puffer fish. The door creaks open, and I am so anxious to see your face that I feel as if everything is happening in slow motion. I look down, bracing myself for the impact that the impending sight of you would have on me. When I become aware that the door is now fully opened, I raise my head cautiously, and I feel my heart drop down to my feet.