He finally texted me, and I made us talk about what he'd said. "Maybe I didn't mean it." I didn't think he had. But then... he seemed to change his mind. "I just don't want to regret anything," is very different to "I didn't mean it." At least it is in my world. I got sick of feeling like he was keeping me around in his 'just in case' box - or as cruel as it is, I got sick of feeling like I was there when he needed to escape from his new life, without him admitting to it.
So, I snapped.
"Actually, you know what Isaiah? Text me when you know what you want from me. All the options are open. I just wish you'd make up your mind so we can get on with it."
I kinda wish I'd left off the last part, but too late now.
And guess what? No text.
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