Mark & Me

The Week of Silence

I didn't go to class the next day. I only went to work. Okay, I did go to one class but that was only because we had an important quiz that day. It was funny actually. The day before, I was so sad. But on this day, I wasn't sad at all. I was at peace with what happened. 

After sleeping on it, I realized that he was honest and I can't be mad at him for that. I also realized that I'm glad this happened when it did. If we were together long enough to start developing deep feelings, I would've really been heart broken. We weren't together long enough for deep feelings to develop. So God did me a favor in this instance. 

Not going to most of my classes helped me rest and process what happened the day before. I really needed that. I did see him. I was working in his building after all. When he saw me, he waved and I waved back. So no hard feelings. We were cool.

We would only wave. We didn't talk in person. I texted him to invite him to go to the city. He didn't respond the first time. I texted him again and he finally said that he couldn't go because he was going home that weekend. I went with Alisa instead and we had a nice time.

It felt so weird not talking to him. I didn't like the feeling. I wanted him in my life no matter what. But I was also fine with not being friends with him. That would be harder because we have class together. But if we grew apart over the summer, I was fine with that. But right now, I just wanted to be on good terms with him. That week was almost unbearable! Not talking to him made me feel worse than actually talking to him.

The following week I was angry at him for no real reason. I just hated seeing his face. And when I was in class with him, I wanted to throw up. I still don't understand why I felt this way. I was truly on an emotional roller coaster and I wanted off immediately!