Is that doubt I feel?
Four months later…
“Are you about done, Sienna? Might I remind you that I have been waiting for quite some time now?” Blake called out from the living room.
We’d agreed that we always have to watch The Game of Thrones episodes together. He’s out there waiting, but I seemed to not want to move out of my bedroom.
Kyle had been ignoring my calls again.
This had been a constant thing as of late. I was beyond worried, but a tad reluctant to ask if he and I were still okay. I kept telling myself that there’s nothing to worry about. Kyle loves me. It’s as simple as that.
I knew for the last few months I had been too busy to call him back and the time difference just totally sucked. I knew he’s mad, but he couldn’t just ignore my calls. He knew it hurt me when he did.
Sighing, I tried to dial his number again to no avail. Instead this time, I opted to leave a message. “Hey, it’s me. I’m sorry if I haven’t been good with keeping up with our phone calls and all… but please don’t ignore me. Even if I’m busy, I never fail to think about you. I just want to tell you that I miss you very much. Call me, please? I love you, Kyle.”
Sighing again, I dropped the phone on my side table while I stared at it for a while. I looked up when someone knocked on my door.
It was Blake.
“What’s wrong, poppet?” Blake asked before he strode inside and sat next to me.
Poppet? He’s called me a lot of nicknames, but it seemed poppet was his favorite. He and I had been building a great friendship for the last six months. I don’t know why he liked to chill with me. Blake Knightly was just too cool and too handsome to be doing so. Yeah, he gets admirers… like gazillions of them.
Last week, a woman, whose name escapes me, called me out of the blue to ask for help. She wanted me to help her get Blake back. Ugh, psycho much? She said she went through Blake’s contact list and knew that I was close to him. I told her that she should get her own man without my help. I felt bad when she started crying, but what the hell? How in the world would I force Blake f*cking Knightly, of all men, to do something that he didn’t want to do? It’s inconceivable.
I mentally shook my head and focused on Blake’s present question. “It’s Kyle. He seems to be ignoring my calls lately. He knows it hurts me, but he keeps on doing it. I don’t get that? Do you think… he’s—” I halted. No, Kyle would never leave me. We were it. We made promises. “He’s just probably busy, right? There’s no point of me freaking out over something so stupid.”
“That’s possible. However, if you’re asking from a man’s point-of-view, a man only ignores a woman when he doesn’t want to talk, he’s done with you or he’s just really busy.”
Three selections? I’m picking the latter. He’s busy; nothing more, nothing less.
Not wanting to speak about it any longer, we finally managed to watch our episode, but I was distracted the whole time.