When you have not spoken for almost four years, it is hard to start again. You want to respond and partake in conversation... sometimes, but it is that fear; the fear of how people will react. The fear of hearing your voice for the first time in years. The fear of not knowing, and the pressure and expectation. When you start speaking again, people expect you to always speak. So you are stuck between staying quiet for the rest of your life or speaking non stop for the rest of your life. I chose none of those options.
It is one of those nights where the air is cool and crisp and there is an echoing silence. Not an eery silence, but a perfect silence that numbs your thoughts and hypnotizes you into thinking that whatever you are up to, is the best decision ever.
As I walk barefoot down the two laned road, I cling to my travel bag strap tighter to contain the pain my feet are feeling. I don’t know where I'm going or headed, I just know that I have to go. I need to start over, I can't stay. So I packed my bags and started walking... and walking... and walking, not knowing where I was going.
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ChickLitI inhale a shaky breath and his eyes finally meet mine. "You're nervous," he says against the warmth of the room. "Are you going to kiss me?" I ask him in a whisper. He tilts his head to the side as a small beautiful smile plays on his lips. "I was...
