Hey there. These are those stories that are never told. Those stories
that I just felt. Those stories that I always remembered but played in silence.
So 3 days later I get a text says hi and and I was like wow. Then I go like hi had a safe
flight to Netherlands and uh he says no I didn't leave. I'm still around.
Oh my goodness. I go like I I go quiet because I don't know what to say.
Then he says, "Um, I can't stop think about Wednesday.
This is at 11:03 p.m. and my phone has just lit up like it knows where this doctor is coming
from." I read it five times. I typed me too, then deleted it. I typed same then deleted it.
I stared at the ceiling for 10 minutes before I wrote back. What part? He replied so fast.
The way you laughed at nothing. The way the night felt unfinished. My chest got tight
because it was unfinished. We'd said goodbye like we'd see each other the
next week, not like he was leaving the country. So he goes like dinner Friday
before I really fly out if you're free that is.
if I'm free. I said to myself, I canled everything. Then I responded,
um, yes. And for two days, so it was just what it was that evening. I I am wondering,
oh my god, what do I wear? I I I felt so nervous. In fact, even more nervous than the previous date.
I was trying to replay Wednesday, wondering if now Friday was a beginning or just a better ending.
So, we're in the same corner seat, same bar, but the air was heavier. He ordered
it for me without asking. She takes hers dry. He remembered it again. He looked at me longer
between sentences. He laughed quieter like we were already keeping a secret.
Then uh he walked me out same street, called an Uber. He hagged me longer this time. And right
when I pulled away, right before I got in the taxi, he said it. The thing I wasn't ready for,
the thing that made me sit in that box seat crying all the way home.
Let's meet on Soft Confessions episode 3. See you.