What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

Part 1

Is it possible to sleep it off- the pain? Is it possible that when you open your eyes the next day, it'll all be gone?

But is it possible to forget that you loved him, that you loved each other? I guess the answer is no.

I thought both of us have to be strong. I guess I'm the only one who has to be, because I'm the one who always has to wait, has to fight for this. But never in my life I felt such a longing for someone.

I still wanted him to hold me in his arms, to knock on my door and go out on a date and I still wanted him to tell me that he likes me as who I am.

     And I still like him, for who he is. I knew him as a busy person, very busy that he'd only sometimes check on his phone. Apparently, he only checks it when its only very very important. I guess I wasn't in the clause of his own definition of important.

     Its making me sad, so much but hey, life goes on and I still have my parents, friends to make me happy. And God.
God has given me strength to go through all of these. Everything, and I fear nothing because you should fear no one and nothing when you walk with Him.

Anyway, we were only on our fourth month, so what could possibly go wrong? At the back of my head says everything. My phone beeped.

Baby 💕:

Where are you? I'll pick you up at seven. Wear something cute.

Something cute? Well, I'm not sure if I have but let's hope for the best.

It was exactly five in the afternoon when I came home from hanging out with my friends and here I am, finding no cute wardrobe. I should've checked before going out. It was dreading me since time is running and seven PM is approaching.

I guess I should just dress as my old self.

I was ready since 6:45 and he's still not here at 7:10. I kept looking at my watch and my mom kept asking if he was still able to come. I nodded and said that maybe he was just stocked in traffic.

I checked on my ebooks to read just to kill time but I guess I killed a lot because I saw dad come home, already. I was surprised, and he was too, usually he comes home at ten from work and the church. He asked where I was headed to in this kind of hour .

Time check: 10:03. I guess I was hooked by the book I was reading and didn't noticed that clock was ticking so fast. The Girl Who Played With Fire.

I started to take my heels off when I heard my parents talking from the kitchen and mom said that I got stood up on a date. I got stood up. God, again. And with my boyfriend. What happened this time? I shouldn't have expected more.

I ran upstairs and changed into my pajamas then continued reading on my bed. I took the print out book. Because my eyes were hurting already reading on my phone and I had to charge it.

I heard a knock at my door and my dad peeked. "Can I?"

"Yeah sure." I smiled, he changed into his favorite worn out shorts that grandma gave him. And he smiled back and closed the door. My dad was the most respectable and faithful person I know. He took great care of us. He shares the word of God and acts as His child too. Everything he does is for the glory of God. I couldn't ask for more.

"Where did you come from? Did you went out with friends?," he asked. What I love about my dad is that he never made me feel uncomfortable. He just knew exactly what to say until you get comfortable and surrender and give up and tell him what the problem was.

"Yeah. We went to the Louvre museum. It was wonderful and we roam and see the other churches. The sculpture and paintings were amazing dad." I told him and scrolled through my phone to let him see the photos I took earlier that day. "Here, swipe left. You and mom have to see it." I said so lively and happily because I sincerely wanted them to see it too.

"That's great. We sure to check it out. But you went out with your heels on? That must've been hard." He said, still swiping and I took a deep breath as I look down.

"He did it again," I said and once he looked up he saw my disappointed smile. "But its okay. I have more time to read. I am actually hooked to this book but it's terrifying at the same time."

"Have you read the Bible though?" He asked. And withdraw the cellphone on my bed.

"I am actually half on it."

"I see." He said, I could sense that he was disappointed but he was still able to cheer me up by saying it happened for a reason. That God probably don't want us sad.

I am loved. I am accepted. I am completed by Christ. This was my thinking before I met him. I was that woman with confidence but not bragging. I was a complete and 100% child of God. What happened to me? Did I lose myself chasing after the short term love? Short term relationship?

I probably have.

I didn't receive any text messages from him that night. A sorry message and that "I will make it up to you next time." text.

Nothing.

Then the next day too.

The next five days, and a week.

Was three weeks even normal to have no communication?

Until I bumped into him to a convenient store. I wasn't expecting it. So I didn't know what to say. I just stood there and waited for him to speak. He'd always scratch his nape, lick his lips and look to a different direction when he has done something wrong to me. I hate the fact that I know him that well. That I could even read his body language in each situation.

He was restless so I tried to have a conversation. "Where have you been?" You know, after three weeks.