The wind blows a thin cold air the brought calmness to the porch of our house. Every time the plant, and the leaves dances to is harmony, it leaves a certain feeling of longing. The day was calm, but it was awfully painful. This is the first time that I had stepped out of the house ever since that night.
I choose to end things with him, but the next day, he showed up in front of our porch. He would just stand there, leaning his back on his car while looking at the window. I was so afraid to meet him, because I know that I would instantly melt. It has been a week of that same routine. He would show up first thing in the morning and wait for me to come out, then leave at mid night. The whole time, I was inside the house, hiding from him. But this is an exemption. After a week of waiting
