I've always wanted a man who can challenge me, who can call on my bullshit, bring me back down to earth, but who can also pull me back on my feet when I hit rock bottom. I've always wanted a man who can protect me, respect me and treat me as an equal, but never a superior.
And yet I fell for an emotionally immature guy who has had me stuck in a fantasy moment for the past year. It took me a while to realise just what a miserable place I find myself in, and that while I'm waiting for him, life goes on around me for everyone but myself.
As I cry alone at home, I realise that the options are two. Speak to him and make my feelings known and face the consequences, or let him go and slowly and painfully get over him, even though I get to see him for an average of 10 hours per day at work.
What my choice will be?
Haven't got the slightest clue.
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