Selene ~
It was just a text, to thank him for everything. That was all, nothing more.
But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I stared at my phone for a long time, pacing around my apartment, waiting for a surge of courage to burst through me so that I could finally send the text, a text.
"I wanted to say thanks for everything. You've really helped me, even more than you know."
I deleted it, it was too soft, too revealing. I needed something that screamed gratitude but not desperation, and right now, I was desperate.
I wanted to hear him, to see him, to talk to him even though I knew that it was selfish of me. I didn't know what to do. I typed and deleted and typed and deleted. I repeated this cycle for close to a week.
And now, I was thinking of not texting him at all. He probably didn't want or need to hear from me. I glanced at his name across my screen and wondered how he felt about me.
