For one whole day, and for the very first time, I hadn't had a glimpse of him nor his shadow lurking around anywhere. I should be at peace, right? I should be happy that finally he had come to his senses and granted my request of letting me be on my own and not seeing him. I was expecting myself to feel that ease and that little peace of mind inside of me, but as hours passed, I couldn't let myself feel that way.
I was fully aware that I was the one who requested him to stay away from me, I even told him that I didn't want to see his face anymore and I would rather be alone than to be with him. But why am I this agitated and uneasy now? Why does every time the front door opens, I was wishing that it was him who would enter?
