The Betrayed Unforgiver

The bright morning light shines through the red curtains in my bedroom. The intrusion cuts off my sleep and I roll out of bed.

Saying a word of prayer for seeing such a wonderful day, I hope for the best as I get ready for work.

After another almost kiss with Charles yesterday, there's been this heavy awkward tension between us. We watched the Notebook alright, we laughed, and ate our dinner and drank our wine. But the wide space between us on the couch spoke otherwise of our relationship, or lack there of.

I guess it's good that it didn't happen after all, I am not sure that I am ready to have that kind of intimacy with him. Let's face it, we might have grown closer in a short period of time, but I don't know Charles that well, therefore I don't think it's appropriate to jump into any sort of relationship with him. Sometimes it's not all about what we want, it's about what is right.

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Arriving at work, I keep my head hel