I was lost in thoughts, when he gently gave me a nudge with a mug filled with hot green tea.
“Ouch,” I yelp.
“Where are you?” he asks.
I smile looking into his eyes.
I had already told him it was too early for me to go on a date with anyone.
“It’s been 5 months,” my best friend told me when I texted her or rather sent her a screenshot of him asking me out.
“He is a nice guy,” she said.
“I don’t need nice guys. I don’t need anyone. The last time I thought someone was nice I got hurt,” I replied.
“You are scared to do what you do the best,” she replied immediately.
“And what would that be? Getting my heart broken?” I asked.
“Taking risks, giving things a second chance, and loving people,” I read her reply thrice before replying, “I am not the same girl anymore.” Continue reading