Something just isn’t there anymore. Not like it really was before, but now I’m not even the slightest bit excited to see him or his great escape. He’s emotionally clingy, calling and texting me every chance he gets. If I don’t answer his calls, he texts. If I don’t answer his texts, he calls. Complete polar opposite of the strong confident man that I liked so much when I met him. I got that he was sorry last weekend, so I don’t need to be reminded ten times daily. I have agreed to go out with him tonight, and just as usual, the clock has declared war with me. I’ve been swamped at work this week, and with only a few minutes left until I proclaim my victory on time, I shut down my computer and head out early. Take that, clock. When the elevator doors slide open, they expose Mr. Eye Candy staring down at the floor, lost in his own thoughts. He looks up right before I enter, and his blank stare shifts, his broad stiff shoulders relax, and a grin slides across his lips. Heat spreads down my body tugging at something in my chest.
