In a span of twenty minutes, we already reached the hotel where the ball will be held. My hands were already sweating, and I am getting anxious at the same time. This whole thing was making me think more about things, including my family. Parties like this were also their thing.
I was nervous that something might happen or someone will recognize me, and that scares the hell out of me. I am scared not just for myself but for Tim. He's not just somebody. He's a well-known person, and people might be intrigued by me.
“Hey, relax. Everything will be okay. Besides, I’m here.”
That’s the point, and he's always here. That's what scares me. What if one day he’ll be gone? What if one day he isn't there beside me anymore? What if one day he got tired of waiting?
I don’t know if I can go on w
