I tried to avoid it. I had tried to push back all he had said out of my mind and instead tried to occupy myself in any way I could.
I had once said my body had adapted to the holiday mood and I couldn’t think of work, but right now, I find myself going back to work because if I was idle, I would have myself thinking of what he had said.
And that would be a disaster.
Yet, when I lay on the bed to sleep, my thoughts kept drifting to what he had said, rummaging it in my mind and trying to weigh it.
The issue was that there was nothing wrong with his suggestion, and in normal circumstances, that was how it was supposed to be.
But I couldn’t live that way.
I had already gotten a taste of how it felt to be with him and have him in close proximity, and now I have to go back to how we were.
