Chances of That

What Are The Chances Of That?

I look at Matt with a blank expression.

"Is that .. Bad?" He asked me across the table.

I thought about this question for a while.

Was this a bad thing? Was this a good thing?

Was I upset?

Did it really matter? It's not like I'm marrying them, right?

Oh why is this SUCH A DIFFICULT DECISION!!!

I stared at Matt intently, could I imagine being his girlfriend?

"I'm sorry Matt, I have to go."

I got up and ran out of the restaurant as fast as my shaking legs could carry me.

I tried to conjure up an image of walking through the park, holding Matt's hand, looking into his eyes, kissing him ....

It just didn't feel natural.

I tried to imagine going on a date with Matt, to the cinema, growing old with him, living together in a house ...

It still wasan't .. right?

And then I realised ... The coin was wrong.

My father's coin had made the wrong choice, and now, I was going to have to make the decision for myself. Now, I was going to have to take it upon myself, make myself completely to blame for the decision I'm about to make ...

So I turned around and ran the way I came.

I ran down the road gaining more and more speed and in no time at all I was back with him.

Back where I belonged.

"I can't deny it. I love you so much, and whether you're the sensible choice for me or not, I want to be with you." And then I kissed him.

I kissed him like I've never kissed anyone before.

It was strong and sweet and I fully relaxed into it, melting into his arms knowing that I'd made the right choice.