I was in close proximity to you for the whole weekend. It was tempting to come to you. Like a hook in my mouth, reeling and reeling me in. But I promised myself I would leave you alone. The thought of seeing you again actually made me queasy. I stepped outside and headed in your direction. But i promised myself I would let it go. I looked at my hair, it was a complete mess. I can’t let him see my with my hair looking like this. Another reason to not go. I said I’d stay away for good and I don’t want to change my mind for once.