January 8, 2012

I finally received a text from him!
After 2 days of complete ignorance, he decided to text me back.
The text didn't exactly include what I hoped it to include, but none the less it contained hope.
It contained hope for us and our future.
All he needs is time.
And I completely understand that.
Time, if nothing else, is the best healer.
A week from today is a dance.
A week from today is a very important date.
A week from today, I will find out whether or not we will be getting back together.
I gave him a week to make his decision.
If all goes well, he will see me at the dance, in my long red gown and flawless makeup, and realize what he has been missing.
He has always told me that I don't need makeup. That he thinks I'm beautiful no matter what I'm wearing.
But a week from today he will see me at the best that I can be.
I will be on the arm of another boy, and he will have to decide whether or not he likes that view.
Whether he wants to see me with another boy, or if he would rather have me on his arm.
I know what his answer would be 2 weeks ago. He never wanted me to leave his side.
But now that I have he is trying to protect himself from letting me back in, for I might hurt him again.
I know I won't hurt him again.
I just need him to know that and believe it.
I gave him a week.
A week for a lifetime.