What the hell am I going to do?
I look around the living room. Everything is still in place from when my momma decorated it. The gray walls, natural wood furniture, and off-white sofas with hints of the deep reds you find around the ranch. Pulling the outside in, is what she called it.
This coffee table is the one Kaylee and I would sit at with my parents and play board games when it would rain. To this day, I don't think we have made it through an entire game of Monopoly.
Someone always accused someone of cheating, and then the board would get thrown, effectively ending the game. How we still have all the game pieces I will never know.
This couch is the one we would snuggle up on and watch movies together. How many times did we fall asleep in each other's arms? I always cherished those nights, when I'd wake up with her in my arms and get to carry her to bed. I'd lay her in her bed and stand there to watch her sleep, before slipping into my room and dreaming of her.
Heck, how many times did she make dinner in that kitchen, just like she did tonight? She fits in here, and I can't think of even the slightest possibility of her not being here.
Finally, I pull myself up and get to work on cleaning up the kitchen and saving the leftovers.
I can't lose this girl. Yet, the thought of it being something more scares me too, because I know I’ll mess things up. There’s a reason I don't do relationships, but I feel like, if I don't give it a try, I'm going to lose her.
I'm stuck either way, but I know her. If I just give her time to cool off, she’ll see I'm right. We are better this way, and it's not worth losing each other over. In the morning, I’ll make her see it.
I don't have a choice.