The next day went the same, there was no news from Derek at all.
I wasn’t even spared by his shadow at all.
And at night, when I called him, his phone appeared dead.
Sighing in distress, I gave up contacting him.
After all, I couldn’t be the only one running after him every time.
He clearly has his priorities more important than me, so why should I bother??
He has his life, and he was focused on it while I should focus on mine.
But then why did I feel like trash??
Why did I feel like a used thing by Derek??
Am I really just a toy for him?
To play and break??
AM I???
His ignorance was again killing me in the most awful way, and it made me realize the pain I had reflected on Tom by rejecting him and ignoring him all the while.
Hence, this is the time for an apology.
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“No, this doesn’t taste right…” I gave the woman a stern look who had just brought me the third cup of coffee after I rejected the two for absurd reasons.