After my kiss on her cheek, she was definitely in an imaginative zone of her own for a few seconds. I snapped my fingers a couple of times in front of her to get her attention and said, “Hey!, you still here?” To which she smiled and replied, “Yeah, I’m sorry.” “It’s just that you’ve changed a lot, and I wasn’t quite sure that you were exactly who you said you were.” “Well, it’s almost been a year since we talked last, and many things can change in a year, Zahira,” I said, taking it as a compliment. “Yeah, I can see that,” she said while returning my pen.
At this point, I was clear: I wanted her. I wanted her badly. But I wasn’t going to be a simp. After all, she was the one who hurt my ego and my feelings of being a loving and caring person. She was the reason I decided to change myself. I agree that the changes were necessary and have improved my overall quality of life, but that insult stuck with me for a long time. All of these thoughts raced through my mind as I spoke to her. I calmed myself down. I was confident that she was impressed by how I had changed and how I looked now. So I didn’t try to chase her madly.