Lost between Two

Like her

As my schedule became increasingly busy, I started to feel like a different person. The attention that came with the success of my book was overwhelming, and I found myself craving more of it. I was doing more interviews and speaking engagements, and I started to enjoy the attention that came with being in the public eye.

One day, I was invited to be a guest on a popular TV talk show. The host was a charismatic man with a dazzling smile and a quick wit. We hit it off immediately, and before I knew it, we were flirting with each other.

I tried to ignore the attraction that I felt towards him, but I couldn't deny that I was starting to have a crush on him. He was charming and confident, and he seemed to understand me in a way that no one else did.

As I spent more time with him, I started to feel like I was losing myself. I was becoming more like my late grandmother, who had also been drawn to the spotlight and the attention that came with it. I didn't want to become like her, but I couldn't help feeling like I was on a path that was leading me in that direction.The tv host Edward invited me on a date and I accepted .

Carmen: "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, Edward. This place looks amazing."

Edward: "It's my pleasure, Carmen. I wanted to take you somewhere special."

Carmen: "You didn't have to do all of this for me, you know. I'm just a writer."

Edward: "Just a writer? You're selling yourself short, Carmen. Your book is amazing, and you're an inspiration to so many people."

Carmen: "Thank you, that means a lot coming from you."

Edward: "So, tell me more about your writing process. How did you come up with the idea for your book?"

Carmen: "It's actually based on my grandmother's life, and I wanted to tell her story. It was a tough process, but I'm glad I did it."

Edward: "Wow, that's incredible. I can see why your book has been such a success. You have a real talent for storytelling."

Carmen: "Thanks, Edward. It's been a crazy journey, but I wouldn't change a thing."

Edward: "I can imagine. But it's not all about work, is it? What do you like to do in your free time?"

Carmen: "Well, lately, I've been so busy with the book that I haven't had much free time. But when I do, I like to explore the city, try new restaurants, and see Broadway shows. What about you?"

Edward: "I'm a bit of a foodie myself. I love trying out new restaurants and experimenting with different cuisines. And I also enjoy playing sports, especially basketball."

Carmen: "That's cool. I've never been much of a sports person, but I love watching basketball games. Maybe you can teach me how to play someday?"

Edward: "I'd love to, Carmen. And who knows, maybe you'll discover a hidden talent for basketball."

Carmen: "Ha, I doubt it. But I'm always up for trying new things."

As the night went on, Carmen couldn't help feeling like she was losing herself in the attention and excitement that came with being with Edward. She knew that she needed to take a step back and reevaluate her priorities before she lost sight of who she truly was.

As I walked into our apartment, I knew that Glad was waiting for me. He had sent me several text messages asking where I was and when I was coming home, but I had ignored them. I had been having a great time with Edward, the TV host, and I didn't want the night to end.

But as soon as I saw Glad's face, I knew that I was in trouble. He was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, and his expression was cold.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"I went out with Edward," I said, trying to keep my voice light.

"Until this late?" Glad's voice rose, and I could see anger simmering beneath the surface.

"It was just dinner and drinks," I said, feeling defensive. "We lost track of time."

Glad shook his head. "You promised me that you wouldn't let this fame thing change you, but it's like you're a different person now. You're always out at events and parties, and you don't have time for me anymore."

"I'm sorry, Glad," I said, feeling guilty. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You're always sorry," Glad said, his voice bitter. "But you keep doing the same thing over and over again."

"I love you, Glad," I said, my voice softening. "I don't want to lose you."

Glad looked at me for a long moment, and I could see the hurt and anger in his eyes. "I need some time to think," he said finally, standing up from the couch.

As he walked out of the room, I felt a sense of despair wash over me. I didn't know how to fix things between us, and I didn't know if I could keep the promises that I had made to him.