Dilemma

I stared at him, hardly hearing what he was telling me. I couldn’t believe it. This couldn’t be happening, I said to myself. Not to me. Not to us. Not after all the plans we’d made together.

I turned and ran. I didn’t care where, just away from him, from what he was saying.

His parting words rang in my ears. “it’s up to you to make up your mind, one way or the other.”

When I couldn’t run any more, I walked, aimlessly, for over an hour.

I found myself in a park. I sat on a bench, feeling dead inside, as dead as the leaf in my hand.

I tried to think logically and constructively. But no obvious solution came to my mind.

Nothing in my life had prepared me for the dilemma I now found myself in. I knew I must make a choice.

I could go back to him, and hear what his excuse was. But I felt it was wrong when I just had fled from him.

I really don’t know what I have done wrong, since he just breaks up… Maybe he had found another one. Some one I don’t know anything about? I don’t know what I want to do.