Everyday that has passed by since my last post, I have been fighting the urge to reach out, just drop and forget my issues, and let things go back to the way it was. Sometimes I feel that I shouldn't fight it and just give in... but somehow I want more time to think things over, to be able to clearly know what I want.
I wish I had no choice - because then all that would be left for me to do would be to accept. But I have a choice, and every hour of the day I'm torn over which of the choices to act on.
It's not as simple as asking, "do I love him?"
