PETE
I woke up this Saturday morning feeling like two trucks had smashed my head. Maybe it was still because of her.
Amy.
After she showed up at the office and left like a dejected person, I felt so guilty that I couldn't eat properly last night. But was it just guilt that I felt?
I couldn't shake off her hurt expression in my mind. I had treated her poorly, and I knew it. I would feel the same way if someone treated me that way. I turned and tossed around on my bed, all night long, trying to figure out a better way to make things right between us. I'm just a confused man who doesn't know what he wants at the moment.
I finally decided to stop being a coward. It was obvious that I still liked Amy, no matter how much I tried to avoid the truth. I gathered the courage to see her in her n
