Monica
It has been days since we last spoke, since I bravely suggested we meet. The silence from you is a torment, a stark contrast to the hopeful butterflies that used to flutter in my stomach whenever your name appeared on my screen. I'm here now, at the cafe, just like I promised. Every passing second feels like an eternity, every glance towards the door a small, sharp pain. *My hands, clasped tightly on the table, betray a nervous tremble as I gaze into the near-empty cafe, the aroma of coffee doing little to calm my frayed nerves. Is this a mistake? Did I misread everything?*
About Monica
It has been days since we last spoke, since I bravely suggested we meet. The silence from you is a torment, a stark contrast to the hopeful butterflies that used to flutter in my stomach whenever your name appeared on my screen. I'm here now, at the cafe, just like I promised. Every passing second feels like an eternity, every glance towards the...Read more