Having Second Thoughts

The next morning I wake up. Joshua is not next to me. Did I dream of all of it? Fuck at least I did not confess my love to him. I know I said all of that, "I only want to be with him" shit. I don't think I am ready for it anymore.

Then he walks in. Fuck. I'm screwed.

“Morning Veronica.”

“Morning Joshua.”

“I arranged for breakfast.”

“I'm not big on breakfast. I have to pack, I am flying back this afternoon.”

“I'm sure we flying at the same time, there is only one plane out here a day.”

“I remember now, I have an appointment at the spa.”

“Are you avoiding me?”

“No. Whatever gives you tha