No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Wait up," Conrad said, getting up swiftly.

Now, he seemed to be at my beck and call, always ready to step in even when I hadn't asked.

If he had been like this before, perhaps we wouldn't have reached the point of breaking up.

But there are no ifs in this world, and I don't want to dwell on what's been missed.

I looked away from him, my gaze accidentally landing on his phone. I saw a paused video of myself from three years ago.

But what I did back then or why that video was taken, I had no clue.

I wanted to take a closer look, but it felt inappropriate. In the midst of my hesitation, Conrad returned with a glass of water.

He noticed I'd seen his phone but didn't show any embarrassment, just smiled naturally. "I was going through some old photos and videos while you were asleep. You look even better now than you did back then."

After taking a sip of water, I joined in the teasing, "Oh, so you've always thought I wasn't pretty enough, and that's why..."

"Stop right there," he cut me off, "Let's not talk about him anymore."

soothed

taking a bite of a crisp,

I didn't press further and focused on enjoying

I was almost done eating, Conrad finally spoke up. "Yeah, it's over.

since Conrad put it that way, I just hummed in acknowledgment

reached over and wiped a smudge of grease from the corner

my lips. "Next time, just remind

then agreed, "Sure, but sometimes it's an instinct. You act before

after ten years together, some habits are hard to break. Like how he used to check my forehead for fever, something I'd

continued eating,

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paused mid-bite, instinctively glancing towards the door, but it

good, so I followed him quietly. And guess what? He threw the

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took the box,

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