15-05-2021-052358It-Ends-with-Us

Now I’ll be the one plagued with sleepless nights, because I want to
put this memory on repeat.
“I have to go,” he says. “I’m really late. But one—I’m sorry. Two—
I’ll never do this again. This is the last you’ll hear from me, I promise.
And three—I’m really sorry. You have no idea.”
I force a smile, but I want to frown because I absolutely hated his
number two. I actually don’t mind if he tries this again, but then I
remind myself that we want two different things from life. And it’s
good that he fell asleep and we never even kissed, because if I would
have had sex with him while he was wearing scrubs, I would have been
the one showing up at his door on my knees, begging for more.
This is good. Rip the Band-Aid off and let him leave.
“Have a nice life, Ryle. I wish you all the success in the world.”
He doesn’t respond to my goodbye. He silently stares down at me
with somewhat of a frown, and then says, “Yeah. You too, Lily.”
Then he rolls away from me and stands up. I can’t even look at him
right now, so I roll onto my side so that my back is to him. I listen as
he puts his shoes on and then reaches for his phone. There’s a long
pause before he moves again, and I know it’s because he was staring at
me. I squeeze my eyes shut until I hear the slam of the front door.
My face immediately grows warm, and I refuse to allow myself to
mope. I force myself off the bed. I have work to do. I can’t be upset
that I’m not enough to make a guy want to remap all of his life goals.
Besides, I have my own life goals to worry about now. And I’m really
excited about them. So much so, that I really don’t have time for a
guy in my life, anyway.
No time.
Nope.
Busy girl, here.
I am a brave and bold businesswoman with zero fucks to give for
men in scrubs.