Jessica
Since I am a woman who can’t openly speak up for myself and is still training to do it, I just found myself going back to the beginning where I can’t say a word for myself—In the end, I didn’t say the words of affirmation that he and I are in good terms again. Who’s fault is it?
Of course, mine.
Now, here I am, spending my cold, 3 am night while thinking how to make myself say out loud that Alex did nothing worth the anger of days, and his apology is already accepted the moment I saw the sincerity in his efforts. The question is—can I do it?
After tossing and turning around for the nth time, I heaved a deep breath while staring at the ceiling that is being illuminated by the dim lamp I got myself a few days ago. “How should I make him feel like we’re even?” I muttered even
