So most of you are probably still reeling from my use of the word “witch” with a “b” instead of the “w.” I’m not sorry. Those of you out there that bought the book will understand wy that is, and are probably recommending it to friends, and going through a ginormous “aha” moment. It’s never too late to change and command respect.
WARNING: I took it too far. After dating for really a brief time, I asked the guy I was dating (did I give him a faux name?), Jay, to tell me where we stood on Thursday night. Were we a couple? We were indeed in the status of “dating”? I pushed him to the wall, metaphorically, and left his car crying so hard–running up the stairs to my house, while he was still downstairs, feeling horrible…
He offered to take it slow and be friends, and I wanted commitment NOW, YESTERDAY, AEONS AGO.
I SUBCONSCIOUSLY CHOKED AND SABOTAGED A COULD BE PROMISING RELATIONSHIP–LIKE A MOVIE SCRIPT WRITER, WELCOMING IN THE PROTAGONIST, REALIZING HE MAY BE THE KEY TO HAPPINNESS, BUT IN A SLOW WAY, ALLOWING TIME TO UNITE US, AND SUDDENLY BECOMING AN ICE SCULPTURE OF FEAR, ERGO, METAMORPHOSING HIM AS THE ANTAGONIST, AND KILLING HIS CHARACTER OFF PREMATURELY.
I realized my mistake, and missed him so….We spoke Sat. nite and decided to rewind–be friends, and see what happens…I will not dare to dream, pls dont allow me to…
I want this one to work.
Gigi, thinking clearly for once