Storm
Never in my life have I overthought things so much. Maybe the time when she left for Australia eleven years ago. But, here, I was again staring at my room ceiling helplessly. My mind would not stop thinking about the possibility that I might lose the woman I longed to have for the rest of my life. The anxiety was killing me. Even if I would cry my heart out in front of her, I knew she would still want me to leave.
Time.
She needed it. So, I gave her time. I thought five minutes would be enough to calm her down, but no. I was an i***t for even realizing that. How long would it take? Days? Weeks? Months?
Space.
I distanced myself from her. The more she saw my face, the more she hurt. The more I got closer, the heavier her tears.
Respect.
As much as I wanted to stay with her and
