He breathed, long and soundless. Why was he still pretending? Fighting against his desires. That was a stupid question, he knew why: because he was scared. The other woman had broken his heart so deep that he had been trash for months…
But she was different. Deep inside he knew it. She was smart, beautiful and caring. And he was sure that she did care about him, he didn't know if her feelings were as strong as his. But there was something between them and he wanted to explore it.
He had hurt her, deeply. Mean comments, aggressive replies, a cry for help disguised as sarcasm. Somehow, he was pushing her, he wanted to be proven wrong. To be shown that she wasn't different, that she was just like the others, that she will break his heart too.
But, no matter how hard he pushed, how bitter his comments were, she never broke. She never shut him out. She stayed straight, took his comments and fired back.
There he knew it, that she was the one.
But when he was just about to let her in, she left his life, tired of waiting for him…
Now it was his time to be brave, to fight. He took his phone out of his pocket, his hands shaking.
After some seconds the message was written. He pressed “Send” and once it was done he read it again.
The beginning of something, maybe, the beginning of his happiness and hopefully hers too.
-”Hello.”
