PETE
Three days have passed. Three days of not crossing paths with Amy. The wedding was a successful one, and I tried talking to Amy that same day, but she was too busy to even notice me, or she pretended not to have noticed me. Those three days were a miserable one, but thank goodness Hayley was there to distract me.
I went back to my normal life at the office of working very quickly and swiftly. I wanted to get everything done, so I could go see Amy. I had, on purpose, told Sandra that I'd be coming to help her at the house.
I stared at the blank page in front of me. I had just had a session with a patient and again my mind had drifted to the thought of Amy. I was trying to type a report for one of my patients, but my thoughts about Amy kept getting in the way. If only she hadn't co
