Look at the facts.
Listen to your parents.
Stop reaching out.
It just takes time.
Give yourself time.
Two months into this new arrangement.
I hate it more and more each day.
I think about you every day.
I miss you all the time.
I hate everyone else.
I don’t want these feelings.
I don’t know what to do with them.
I wish you would take them away.
I wish for Saturday night all over again.
I smile just thinking about it.
That means something.
That has to count for something.
To me, it is everything.
My stupid heart.
It won’t quit.
It holds on.
It is killing me.
We need to have a talk.
Stop avoiding this.
Deal with it.
Figure it out.
What do you want?
You moved here almost 3 years ago to chase a dream. And along the way you fell in love. You fell in love with a world that you didn’t even realize existed and it has completely swept you off your feet.
It’s not your fault. The New World is a place of intelligence, hard work, charm, and grit. A world where you get to create experiences and memories that will stay with people. A world where the learning never stops. It challenges you every day. It brings fascinating, inspiring, beautiful people into your life. It’s a full sensory experience. It’s sensual and alluring and it woke you up somehow. It is not the world you have been planning for.
Can you live in two worlds at the same time?
Can you love them equally?
Can you give all of yourself to both?
Is there even enough of you to go around?
When will you have to decide?
How much longer can you juggle a double life?
What would happen if you made a choice?
What could you accomplish if you threw all your energy into one?
Would you pick the Old World that chews you up and spits you out over and over again? The world that makes you feel like a crazy person. The world that you believed so fiercely that you’d be a part of but doesn’t seem to want you.
Or would you pick the New World? The world that you’re afraid of fully committing to because what would people say? They’d say you couldn’t cut it. You gave up.
But is it giving up?
There are people from the New World who whisper that you are talented. That you could make an impact here. That you have something you can’t teach people. That you’re really good.
The New World wants you.
Who doesn’t want to be wanted?
And then there’s him.
I don’t know why.
It doesn’t make sense.
Everybody says don’t.
He is the gateway drug.
He’s holding the door open.
He always held doors for me.
Seamless is the greatest gift to mankind.
I’m just going to call and apologize.
Straight to voicemail.
Did you block my number?
I guess I’ll send an email apology.
Is this stalking?
This is crazy.