I walked back home, my legs leading the way since my mind was clearly preoccupied. I didn't know what to do.
Was I really loved? Or was I actually just being used?
Do I like you? Or do I like the idea of liking you?
Oh god this is so frustrating! I entered my house, and went to my room, falling flat on my bed. My mind was dead set on solving this difficult question by tonight, but my body had other plans and I fell alseep.
I awoke to my phone ringing. Squinting, I realised it was you calling. Pfft. Who else would call me this eary in the morning.
"Hello?"
"Hey, er, can we meet later? At our place?" My heart clenched when he said 'our'.
"Sure, I'll meet you at five o'clock." I still needed time to think after all.
"Oh alright, and we can grab dinner together-"
"Hey, I gotta go, bye." I'm sorry for being this mean. I switched my phone off before I switched my laptop on.
Opening Google Chrome, I typed in 'how do I know if he loves me?'
And so I sat, reading the many advice the different websites gave. Most of it was repeated and three hours later, I slammed the laptop shut, exasperated.
I need proper help.
And so I took a quick shower before heading to the park. I walked around as I looked for something. And that's when my eyes zoomed in on what I was looking for. Rushing forward, I picked it up. Or rather, I plucked it. There in my hand, I held a daisy.
Heading to our bench, I sat down before carrying out my task.
"He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.." And that carried on, all the way till I reached the last two petals.
"He loves me, He loves me-"
"You're kidding me, right?" I looked up, my eyes widening as I see you standing in front of me. When I checked the time, I realised it was four thirty in the afternoon.
"So, we both decided to be early huh?" I laughed, trying to ease the tension.
"Yeah.." He trailed off, his eyes looking anywhere but me. We both knew what the last petal was. If I based my decision on just that, I knew this was the end. But did I really want to end this? Looking at you, I patted the empty seat beside me.
Hesitantly, you sat down beside me. I stared at my hand for a second, before reaching to hold yours in mine.
"Did you really love me?"
"Of course I did. I really did. I still do. I love you so much."
"And..and do you love your mother?"
"Yes. She's my mother. She might drive me crazy, but I love her, very much."
"If you had to choose, would it be your mother, or would it be me?"
You remained silent. I bit my lip, my hand squeezing your hand. You squeezed it back. We sat in silence, watching couples walk past us, children playing happily, parents rushing after their kids.
"Must I really choose?"
"Please."
"Babe.." I pulled my hand away.
"Your mother wants us to break up. She wants you to marry Jenny. If you choose her, well, I'm sorry but that means that what we have ends."
"I'll talk to her. I'll convince her. She'll accept us. Please baby," You begged.
"Do you truly, honestly, believe that? Because I don't. I doubt she'd sacrifice her want for money just for the happiness of her son. Am I wrong?"
"Then what can we do?" I glanced at my watch. Four Fifty Five. I stood up, walking slowly to the flower patch. Gently, I placed the one petaled daisy back on the ground, to join its friends.
I glanced at my watch again. Four Fifty Nine. I walked back to you.
You looked at me, patient, silently begging me to give you the answer you so desperately want to hear. I glanced at my watch for the last time. Five o'clock.
"Then we break up."
"No..please.." You reached forward to hold my hand. I took a step back.
"No, please. This is what's best. For you and for me." I turned around, and walked off. Right before I turned the corner, I looked back and regretted it as I saw you crying.
"I'll never fall in love again." I whispered, before making my way home, my own set of tears making their way down my cheeks.
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