I stared up at the ceiling in the darkened bedroom. Memories of the steamy and passionate night before came flooding to the forefront of my mind. Sleeping with him was a rash decision. The most careless one I have ever made in my entire adult life. It was impulsive, but it was the most beautiful experiences I’ve ever had. He was gentle, loving and caring, putting my needs before his. It has been a long time since I felt this cherished. I didn’t want to cross the line, and like a lovesick fool, I crossed it and never looked back.
“Leave him now before it’s too late,” My mind suddenly said.”He’s only going to break your heart.” My mind went on. “Men like him aren’t interested in a relationship. They only want one thing, and once they get it, they will move on to the next beautiful woman and leave you behind to pick up the pieces.” It finished.
How can I? I thought, barely listening to a word my mind was saying. I love him. Even if he doesn’t feel the same way, I will still have feelings for him. Love is indeed blind, and I do not care. It’s true that when I first met him, I immediately disliked him. Though after getting to know him, I know that he is a good man with a big heart. He has had many people grace his bed; I am well aware of that. Despite that, I want nothing more than to stay by his side, but my insecurities keep gnawing away at me. He cares deeply for me yes, will he still do so if I were to tell him my feelings?
Sighing, I decided to listen to my mind’s advice and end things with him. Besides, he would never want to be in a relationship with someone like me anyway. I thought bitterly. He can have any woman he wants. Ones that are tall, leggy, and beautiful, not short, lanky and average. I could feel my heart breaking as I gently pried his arm off of me and carefully slid off the bed without making a sound. Putting my clothes back on, I padded over to the door and picked up my shoes. Taking one last longing glance at him, I made my way out of his apartment. As I quietly closed the door behind me and got into the elevator, I whispered, “Be happy.”