Things changed from now on; you were single again, nothing there that hold me back. Weeks passed after your break up and then, however, you were the guy I always knew; happy and adorable.
So, my feelings didn't change, I still loved you from the bottom of my heart.
I thought that the time had come to confess to you. That I had to act now, after you finally got over your ex.
It had to be perfect and I wanted to ask you out to a picnic; so I could confess to you. I planned every single detail. I decided to ask you out for dinner on friday, so the day before I was so nervous that I barely could sleep. I imagined so many different ways to ask you out. My head was literally a mess while my heart felt heavy because of all that excitement.
Friday Morning. I stood up early, brushed my teeth and dressed myself before I went to the café we wanted to meet up at.
When I saw you, fireworks started to explode in my inside. One after another.
So basically, you looked really stressed and uneasy, so I got confused. I totally remember how you started the conversation with a soft "We need to talk" as you began to tell me.
How your grandmother got seriously ill and you needed to go out of town to visit her, because the doctors didn't know how much time she had left and how much you loved her.
You sadly told me that you could come back in two days, maybe next week, it wasn't clear.
I didn't ask you out.
I didn't make a move.
We hugged while I cried and told you, that I hope that she gets well soon.
I faked a smile, said that it's okay,
that I would take care of myself.
So you left.
I didn't accompany you to the airport, because I hadn't the feeling that there's any need. You would come back in a week and I didn't wanted to get on your nerves.
But I was stupid.
How could I know that it would take you one month to come back?
