The smart play was to let this go, but my heart just couldn’t do it. It was killing me, knowing that I hurt Tyler so much. Some people might be able to live with that, but not me. Even if he didn’t forgive me, I had to speak my peace.
When my taxi pulled into his apartment complex, I stood outside his door for a good thirty minutes before deciding to knock. Guilt began to set in worse than before, remembering my call with him. It sounded like he was crying, which was the main reason for my visit. Maybe if he hadn’t cried, I wouldn’t have shown up at his doorstep.
I knocked three times before I heard someone on the other side, hopefully, Tyler, unlocking the door. When the door opened, he peeked his head through a tiny slit, rolling his eyes when he saw me. “What are you doi
