Breaking the rules

I needed to tell her, I had planned this all day, at least if she was going to reject me then I would know. I was going to put down my ego, my pride and do something I had never thought I would. It has been over eight months and I was going to travel in two weeks. The eight months had been those of anguish, between me wondering who the guy she loved was, looking around and always observing to see if she had interest in anyone but I didn't notice anything extraordinary. If I was going to leave then I needed closure.

" You do know that I can't keep on wearing this silly clothes every time I walk through that door right?" She asked me the moment I locked the door. I remember how she had knocked on my closet door, scolded me and carefully dressed my hand, how she later on that night reacted to the present I bought her and almost reported me to my dad for buying an expensive gift and wasting money but put it on anyways and smiled.