Through The Pain

16 | Confession

Alvin

This is not the first time that I asked Cat out for dinner. And this is also not the first time that I asked her out because I planned to confess my feelings for her. I thought about confessing to her more than thrice but every time I came to the point of confessing, I always chicken out and end up changing my mind.

It's been going out like this for quite some time now.

I am a confident person. I can do any task without thinking twice. I can diagnose any disease without fail. I can treat various diseases, even the most challenging ones. But when it comes to confessing my feelings to Cat, I cannot count how many times I think about it and how many times I tried and failed.

I never usually had problems with confessing to a girl, but this time it is different. Because it is Cat.

Cat is special in many ways. She is confident and stubborn in a beautiful way. She always expresses her thoughts ending up with us in banter. I don't know why but although it irks me when she is stubborn, I always enjoy it. She is independent and passionate about her work. She is a tough one despite what happened to her mother and then later on being diagnosed with the same illness as her mother. She doesn't care about her looks, she is confident and positive about her self-image though I doubt if she is aware of how beautiful she is.

Despite her condition, you'll never find her moping about her life instead she'll rather be a shoulder to others.

And what I do love most about her is that she is not an attention seeker. She earned her respect rather than ask for it.

I looked at my watch and saw that it is almost 7 pm. She should be arriving soon.

I called her last night and invited her for dinner and I was glad that she said yes. I know she would unless she is not feeling good. But I doubt if she will be honest with me about it. Anyway, I will find out about it later once she arrives.

I reserved a table for us in her favorite keto-friendly restaurant. It is a fancy restaurant she fell in love with the first time I brought her here to introduce this kind of diet that would help in her illness.

I came an hour earlier, that's how anxious I am about this date. Yes, I would call it a date though I believe she wouldn't.

Five minutes before seven I immediately saw her enter the door of the restaurant and my heart immediately felt a surge of emotions. God, I really love this girl to the point that I immediately asked her to marry me because I thought that she knew how I felt for her. I thought that it was obvious, but then realized how naive she is.

I felt foolish and stupid when I realize that she thought that I only ask her to marry her because of sympathy. That was so foolish of me to not realize that.

Well, I cannot blame her. When I offered her the marriage, the reason that I told her was so she could stop working and that I could take care of her. I said that I will provide for her medication and hospitalization. I forgot that she is an independent person who doesn't want to rely on others.

I didn't even bother to tell her I love her.

I watched her as she looked around the restaurant until she met my eyes and I immediately offered her a smile and waved a hand at her.

She returned my smile and walked towards me.

As she walks, I immediately look down at her feet and I am relieved that she isn't wearing those damn heels. Glad that she is keeping her words.

"Hi, did I make you wait?" She asked, giving me her most beautiful smile.

I shook my head and replied, "No, I just came in." I lied and stood up to pull a chair for her. She mumbled a thank you before she sat.