We've been down this road before. . this very same road. . and arrived at this very same spot. . and what happened? I let go.
But now I'm back with a renewed promise to try to see this thing through against all odds, but what do I do about the elephant in the room?
No, I'm not calling your Mom an elephant, but damn, she won't forget. That was mean. . but surely you get where I'm going, right?
She hates me.. She HATES me.. I almost can't believe someone hates me. . I actually don't think I've ever been hated before, especially without knowing the reason why.
Because I did not speak to her when I walked into a room full of people that looked alike and did not know which one was her? Really? I guess I could have admitted from the very beginning that I just had not memorized her face, but damn. . How could I know that my omission would lead to this?
And then, after that first mistake, I made a lot more. I was nervous. I felt out of place trying to get to know a lot of strangers under a very high expectation. .I just don't think this situation is fair.
I don't want to let go. . I really, really don't. . because I love you. . I'll always love you.
But right now there's an elephant in the room that I know will eventually make her move and stomp all over me and our relationship. What is a girl to do?