The week has gone by so fast. Here I am still sulking over old wounds. We left off at Michael’s magic act, appearing and disappearing.
He left me a resounding yet confusing message the last time he was at my place. He stayed MIA for days and I just couldn’t take it anymore, I had to call him. Surprisingly, he hadn’t blocked my number as I had feared, but he didn’t answer my calls either. I would leave him messages, still I got no reply. This made me even more bothered. I had deep feelings for him that I had to handle.
One weekend, a brilliant thought crossed my head, I decided to act the role he expected. I sent him flattering messages, even sexted* a little. And as sure as I had hoped, he replied within minutes. He said he would come over and I was so ecstatic. All my hurt and confusion seemed to just melt away, I had hopes that his presence would make everything go back to how we had started.
He did come by in the evening but he had a furious look on his face. That wasn’t what I was expecting, I was even scared to be close to him and my room was filled with awkwardness as we both were quiet for a long while. He probably wasn’t going to continue with the silence as he broke it with calm but intense question.
“Why have you been calling me?” , He had asked
I was quick to respond but nothing seemed to come out of my mouth. I had a lot to say but didn’t know what exactly to say or how to say them.
“ I’m sorry about all that’s been happening, especially about the last time we met, I’ve tried to understand, but I still can’t wrap my head around your actions and words. Why did you act that way? “ I finally expressed myself
“ That’s very to simple to understand. I didn’t appreciate you having the thought of me being your boyfriend. I don’t what that title.” He replied fatherly bluntly.
“Who am I to you then?” I asked
“ We are but bedmates, that is what I am to you and you to me, I have no feelings attached to you and will never have.” He said as he stared right into my eyes.
I was devastated. This was not at all what I wanted to hear. I wanted him, I wanted all of him. I wept and pleaded but he stood firm on his decision.
Before he left, he said he didn’t want to disappear just like that, but that the ball was in my court if I still wanted him around; it was either I wanted to be bedmates or I wanted us to date. We both knew his choice, what was mine?
Well, my dear readers it is decision making time. Join me next week as you will definitely will be learning a few things from my experiences 💔
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I am a lover girl, yes! i have so much to let out.