The Date

Things were going fine. She met a couple of our friends. I get a call asking me to fly down this friday for a night of partying. She took the phone and said you should come and she would take care of the tickets along with a friend. Next she said we would go on a brunch date the morning after the party. My joy knew no bounds. She wanted to go out on a date with me. She was getting the love back. She felt better and I knew it.

Once she got back home, I casually asked where we would go. She said nowhere as she had just said it casually in front of our friends. Broken again. You can call me paranoid for being obsessed about everything, but before you do put yourself in my shoes and think how you would have felt. Again a fight ensued.

I apologized the next morning. Maybe I was the one overthinking. Surely I was not going to let this come between us. A simple apology and things went back to normal. The party never happened and neither did the date.