Confident {Jailin Fanfic}

Confident

Twenty-Two | Part Two.

• 2 Weeks Later •

It's been three weeks.

Three weeks since Cailin and I broken up and since she's been in rehab.

Eventually your gonna have to talk to her Justin, I thought to myself.

Honestly, I didn't care if I did.

Things were great.

I felt great.

Free.

Everything seemed to be going well.

My new music was coming along.

Selena and I were becoming close again.

I was enjoying my time off with family and friends

And I finally sold my house.

It was a fresh start.

I felt different.

Better.

Happy.

She deserves her space.

She said she wanted what's best for me and I have that,

So why does apart of me regret everything and wish I was still with her.

My life was much better now, so why would I would to give that up just for Cailin?

I don't know.

Honestly.

Love confuses me.

It's hard.

Difficult.

Am I a bad guy for liking two people and caring a lot about the both of them and wish I could have the both of them.

Only if it was that easy, love I mean.

Selena?

She's been my first love. She'll always be my first love. She's beautiful, I love her. I love almost everything about her, she seems perfectly imperfect to me. She claims she has flaws and yet I love everyone of them.

Cailin?

Cailin? I didn't get a chance to even tell her much I cared for her before it ended, after everything's that happened, I didn't feel the need to. I felt as if I was making more of an effort for the both of us, she said she wanted the best for me, well she didn't even give me a chance to talk to her or stay by her side because I wanted. I wanted to stay by her side and never leave her, Cailin is one of a kind. She's beautiful, she's sensitive, she's confident, she's Cailin. That's my girl, that's my love.

My love?

I didn't fight for her.

I didn't stay.

People always leave and I left her..

I didn't mean to.

I thought she didn't want me.

I need to see her.

I needed to go to New York.

I had to talk to her.

Hold on.

Apologize.

Explain what happened.

But what if it was too late, what if she doesn't care?

What if she's gone?