~Maeve~
I watch as Dylan slowly retreats away to the entrance of the Gallery, occasionally glancing over his shoulder as if that would make me stay where I am, waiting for him to carry through with his promise of wanting to talk. It’s not as easy a decision for me as he thinks it is. I begin to wrack my brain to come up with the pros and cons of meeting him after the event but only coming up empty because unlike every other big decision I have made in my life, the matters of the heart cannot be weighed for advantages and disadvantages. But, I cannot afford to indulge in my reckless ways and put myself out there on the table and try, again. My attention then rivets to Amy who is studying me with a knowing look on her face, as if she knows my internal battle and a small smile that could
