In my head I imagine that when you don't want to talk to me it is because there is something wrong with me. Or because you actually want to leave me and are scared to do it. Or that you you are stalling to have a conversation where you can politely say goodbye rather than do it in an email or over the phone. But what I know is that there is nothing wrong with me, and that I am lovable, despite my fears that perhaps I am not. I also know that you are not the type of person who would let their fear make their decision for them. And because of our exchanges earlier I think you know that if it were over between us, I would prefer to know by text as soon as you made the decision. So where does that leave us? It leaves you healing from some hurt left on you by two previous awful lovers and a toxic male boss who put poison in your mind. And it leaves me longing to hold you, help you, and just be with you. They say the average time to get over a life change is about three months. I hope I don't have three months ahead of me.