It’s been 2 weeks, I had a lot of thoughts about Pearl. Every time I felt that we could be better or what we could have been, I thought of the instances where she was livid; like a sprung mouse trap, activating with lightspeed and fury, reacting to my apparent foibles.

It made me feel like I couldn’t be myself, I couldn’t say what’s on my mind. I had to curate everything diligently I say to her. When things do go bad, I end up prosing all these thoughts and emotions to her, which she probably hated.

Hence, I have this blog. I doubt she would ever read this, but it’s a safe outlet.

Recently, I updated her on a piece of work I have with her. I told her I’m being asked to focus on my own business over my current job. She was a little empathetic and sympathetic, my faith in my decision for us was shaken.

I don’t know if she is still the one, but I’ll base my actions on what has transpired thus far. I’m still addicted to the idea of us. I do have a lot of work currently on my plate and plans for my own future. I think I’ll be okay.