As the conversation went on, the story began to unfold. Somewhere beneath the insecurity, somewhat shorter than the tall tale was the truth. A major crossroad of her life; Not yet a part of her reality.
When he walked into the party, it created quite a stir. “Why is he here”, she thought to herself.
Some of them were her friends but he still had a connection to some of them. Some connections were deeper than others.
I’m not sure what to think. She is late and we have only been together on one occasion.
Do I love her? I think I do, but this could get out of hand quickly. I’m not even sure I want children;Not this situation, not this way
Do not use me for your own gain. My family has bent over backward for you. Would it kill you to act like you even care? I will be back tonight and we can discuss where we go from here. I’m tired of it Michael! I’m tired.