I knock the first time.
No response.
The second time.
Still, no response.
I'm fed up when I knock the third time and there's still no response.
I know he's inside. And I know he's up because the lights are on. He's just ignoring me.
"Troy! Troy!" I call out.
No response.
Okay! I'm done. I'm freezing outside trying to get a grown-ass man to stop sulking and talk to me. f**k him for keeping me in the cold. f**k me for allowing him to keep me in the cold.
I huff as I walk towards my door. " Goodnight."
As I open the door to my little crib, I wish that Troy opens his door and hugs me saying he has forgiven me. But this is not some movie where things go as planned, so he doesn't.
I think about texting him as I lay in bed but no, that will look too desperate so I won't. Oh
