The Aftermath

I got in my car and drove and cried. I called my boyfriend, went to his house, held him in my arms and cried more. The tears kept coming until my eyes hurt. There was nothing more I could cry. And then it happened, I freaked out.

I became irrational. I though about every kiss we had. The scratch on his arm from the cat seemed like a death trap. I couldn't deal with it I had to leave. Red and puffy, I stood up and left.

I feel like I need to give you an out. I will have no hard feelings if you need one. Maybe one benefit of an email is that now you can think about what this means for you and go from there and not be forced to respond on the spot, face to face. Take your time. Do what you need to do. I really would be very happy to hear back from you, but do what's easy for you & I'll deal.

I didn't think; I just reacted. When I finally had a chance to think, I got ill.