I didn’t write on night five. And I’m not gonna write about it, or nights six through twenty-five. Suffice it to say that I didn’t last 25 days. After my workout last Thursday, during my 10-minute walk back to campus, I contemplated whether or not I was gonna talk to you. On one hand, I hated making you wait, especially when I already knew my decision. On the other hand, I had just enjoyed a fun night playing badminton with some friends, including my crush. It was nice to be able to be free like that. Of course, you were still on my mind, but I thoroughly enjoyed the night.
I ultimately decided to talk to you. And that long and, at times, dramatic talk, with lots of tears coming from me, ended in us getting back together. I told you that I know I could go both ways: I could get back with you or I could leave you. But even though I knew I could do it, I couldn’t imagine what my life would be like had I made that latter choice. Like that song says, “I’d rather live in his world than live without him in mine.”
I’m happy with my choice. And I’m so happy that you took me back with open arms and practically no questions asked. I can’t express how much I appreciate your understanding and your kindness. I promise to work on my uncertainties and on my… flirtatiousness. I will be better to you because… well, I love you, plain and simple.
