Sitting not so comfortably at my chair, hearing but not actually listening to everything he said, I silently sat at my desk looking longingly at Dylan.
For the past week, we didn’t have the chance to text. And I couldn’t help but wonder why?
Maybe it was something I said. Maybe he didn’t like my question, or maybe, he just doesn’t want me anymore. But why do I feel like it’s not the case. Seeing when he stepped in this room, he was immediately searching for me, and when his eyes found me, his façade was simply at ease.
So why?
Why were we not talking?
Was he waiting for me to text him? Was he waiting for me to make the first move? Because frankly, the last few weeks, he was the one who was very attentive in whatever kind of relationship we’re in. So, maybe, that was the case.
