Carlos
It’s been radio silence from Kyla since I left this morning, and it’s already seven at night. I think she has made up her mind to end things with me. If she has, that’s her choice. I am tired of it all: the games, the secrets, the fighting, just everything. I’m an adult, not a teenager or someone in their early twenties. I’m too old for games.
Earlier, I visited Sasha to let her know things weren’t going to work out between us. I told her the truth about everything except for the person I was referring to. She was disappointed but understood. Leading Sasha on was wrong of me, considering my thoughts and feelings were still focused on Kyla. Sasha deserves more, and I don’t want to be that guy.
I let out a sigh and reach for a beer in the fridge. Perhaps I made a mistake by not sta
