Crisis Over

“I never thought that I would be in this position again…”

I said to myself as I contemplate the possibility of a more serious action to hopefully remedy my ailing relationship. As you have read from my previous post, my relationship with MB is taking a big hit. We haven’t spoken for the longest time and I was afraid that we will both get used to it that eventually we’ll just ignore each other. It is the very thing that will guarantee the failure of any relationship.

As I look at my current situation, a decision was formulated. A gambit that might spell doom for what I and MB have or it might just be the very thing that can save it. And even if the consequence is so dear, I believe that the time for half measure and talk is over. If I don’t act now, the very thing that keeps me going all this time will be at its end. And if that happens, I don’t think there will be enough pieces left to piece back the puzzle.

And so, as I plot what could have been the biggest decision I had to make since I became attached to someone, something happened. Someone I barely knew approached me from behind and reminded me about something I have planned back in November. So for what it’s worth, I ditched the plan I created moments ago and reverted to the one I had back then. I grabbed a post-it and scribbled something as I walk to MB’s station. And I guess the gods are smiling at me during this time because MB is not there; giving me all the time that I needed.

Time flew and it was time for me to see if this so called “last hurrah” will bear any fruit. I kept my fingers crossed as I open the doors to our place, our so called Love Room, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, I was wrong to think that drastic means is the only answer left.

As I enter our place, the silence that greeted me gave me a sense foreboding that I just stop dead in my tracks, afraid to move and step into our bedroom just to find that my efforts are in vain. After like a year has passed, I finally decided to move and get it over with.