And so I wait anxiously because if he doesn’t text me this will be the fourth time that we have tried to meet up and for it to have failed.
Why do I give him so much of my power? Instead of doing what I need to do I just depend on him, his text to send my heart soaring on a cloud or his rejection to send me into the deep waves of loneliness.
I want to emulate Rihanna and her definition of savage. I want the ball on my court.
