"We're all familiar with the phrase 'no strings attached' but what happens when the strings are attached?"
Chloe is 17 years old. She's shy but talkative once you know her, she has one dream - to become a chartered accountant. There is, however, on...
I woke up with a lot of questions in my head. Questions that I didn't have answers to. Those were questions that only Paul could answer and I knew that. However I was not ready to face him. The memory of him and that girl kept playing in my head and I decided that I needed to be alone. I needed to think.
I told Tina that I needed some time to myself and that I would be right back. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?" she asked. I assured her that I would be fine by myself and I left. I took a walk to the lake and then I saw a familiar Audi parked next to the water. I knew it was him. It had to be him. As far as I knew, no one else came to the lake except for Paul and I, so I was sure it was him.
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I thought of turning around and leaving before he saw me but then I asked myself: "For how long will you keep running away from him?" Thus I decided that I would face him once and for all.
I looked around and it did not take long before my eyes settled on a certain handsome young man. Yes, I said handsome because - let's face it - the fact that I was hurt by him and that I was upset with him did not change that he was attractive. He still looked hot regardless of what he'd done.
He was staring straight into the distance and I was not going to disturb him. I sat down and told myself that I would just sit and watch him. Almost immediately, I was hit by a sense of déjà vu.
I remembered the first time we were together at the lake. I had done the very same thing - sat and watched him. He was playing his guitar at that time. The same guitar that I found him playing for that girl. The same guitar that he had just taught me how to play. The guitar I was certain he only played for me. It was the same guitar that had made me feel as though I was someone special to him. It had made me feel like I was allowed to see another side to Paul that nobody else could.
But I was wrong.
Paul's guitar symbolised a lot more to our relationship. I had a lot of good memories of him and that guitar. Memories that I held dear to my heart, such as the time when he played and sang me John Legend's You and I. I had felt special and important at that moment. I'd felt good about myself.
I smiled at that memory.
He had made me feel like I was his one and only girl. Paul had sung each and every word like he'd meant it and I had actually brought myself to believing that he did mean those words but I was not so sure anymore. I was not sure if assuming Paul's actions as signals was the right decision to make.
Anyway I carried on with just sitting there, stealing glances at him.
Just go and talk to him.
No. I was not going to initiate the conversation. Paul was the one who messed up and he was the one who wanted to talk to me. He should have been thanking me for sitting there and secretly watching him. Since I was actually watching, I noticed something.
