I hate painting. But let me explain.
Yesterday morning, my day was off to a good start. I was filled with peace and happiness. I worked on finishing the trim in one of the bedrooms. But painting the house has given me time to think.... and chase the white rabbit.
I talked to a couple of classmates last night to fill them in on what happened. I thought it would be better to preempt any questions with a simple explanation. I found myself deep in conversation with one of the older women in my class.
Then doubt started to fill my mind. Her take is that Mr. Too Far Apart is scared.
I've been painting again today... and chasing the rabbit again.
Is he missing me? If he is missing me, would he text? Should I text him first? How long do you leave someone alone before you check in to see if there's still a chance to work it out? And what if they aren't missing you and you just embarrass yourself?
I know I'm not the only one that struggles with these questions.
As strong as I'm trying to be, the truth is I didn't want it to end. I was willing to work out whatever differences there were.
I'm hoping he is missing me and will change his mind.

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