Min
I will.
I’m spending a few minutes strategizing my next move when a text from Sam slides into my inbox. I should ignore it. I don’t need any additional drama right now, but there is a burning curiosity inside of me that wants to know what he wrote.
Sam
Fashion Guru.
I stare at it for a moment. One word. One. That’s it? Anger and frustration boil up inside of me.
Min
Hi.
Sam
Minerva, I’m so sorry. Time got away from me again.
Min
That’s the best you can do?
Sam
???
Anger fills me. How can a guy who’s so sweet be so utterly clueless at the same time? My thumbs fly across the keyboard.
Min
You didn’t text or send me a message for two full days. Again.
Sam
Min, I’ve been busy. I said I was sorry.
Min
You promised you’d do better after the last time. I gave you a second chance and you blew it.
I see dots dancing across the screen that show Sam is typing, but I ignore them and continue to write out my own message. I have too much I need to get off my chest. All the emotions that have been building are yearning to be released.
Min
You’re not the only one who has been busy! Did you ever stop to put yourself in my shoes? No. You didn’t. For the past two weeks, you haven’t made a single effort to reach out to me. Every single time I’veconnected with you or have gone out of my way to squeeze in a visit you in person, it has been initiated by me. I didn’t expect you to visit me, but a call or a text would’ve been nice.
I click Send and continue to type.
Min
I kept making excuses for you, telling myself that you were busy. But enough is enough. No more excuses. I’m done. I’ve hit my limit. I’m mentally and physically exhausted and I can’t do this anymore. Clearly, I don’t matter as much to you as you did to me.
The dots stop and I stare at a blinking cursor.
A video chat request pops up. I choose to decline it. It’s petty of me, but oddly satisfying.
Sam
