Two days pass without a word from Z. He left for the city the morning after dinner at Christiano’s. I don’t reach out to him because he is the only one who can fix this. I made my feelings known, and if he isn’t ready to commit to me, then I won’t beg him. Granted, a part of me hoped the time apart would help him see things more clearly. Help him realize how much he wants me at his side. But with each passing hour, my hope for such a result dwindles. I can’t say where his mind is at, but our time apart has revealed to me how empty my life feels without him. The realization of how attached I’ve become is terrifying. What if he doesn’t choose me? Then you’ll scrape yourself off the floor and keep going. I will, but that’s not what I want. I want Z. Losing him would hurt dearly. I would have
