One last love

Chapter 2

Why the heck am I talking to this boy? Why am into him, and why would someone put so much effort into love and how will it end?

I was only just thinking about why I was doing this, and how much longer I had to put up with it. I didn't want to be rude or anything I was just more concerned that if this boy would not be paying the same amount of thought that I did. I was in an emotional reck. I didn't know wether I could continue living like this. But it made everyday seem better and better.

Being alone in your own house and in your own world, it was hard. Not having anyone there by your side, not having someone to say hi to, it was all a sad and lonely life that I couldn't put up with. So I had to do something about it.

" Hey where about's are you?" I asked the boy
" I'm in New York on a journalist trip" he replied.
" meet me at the coffee shop in town square"
" ok, I'm just staying at hotel around the corner from there".
" that's great, I'll meet you there at around 3:30?"
" sounds great, see you there. "

This was going better than I thought I was finally going to meet this boy, or should I say man, that I had been texting for the past....... I don't know how many moths but this was going to good. As the time slowly ticked away I was getting my self to look my absolute best. But I was more concerned that I was going to do something or say something wrong to make him not like me anymore. That can't happen. Not now and not after so long.