Patricia

My skin is softly caressed by the morning sun, luring me out of my dream world. I sigh softly and slowly open my eyes, letting go of the sheets' embrace as I stretch and greet the day in a calm manner. My eyes open, and I'm greeted by the calm atmosphere of the room. I smile peacefully, feeling thankful for the new day that lies ahead.

I've been feeling low since I received that email from Bryan. Why do I always have to jump from one problem to another? Am I cursed or something? I've been trying hard to hide my emotions around Jordan. Ever since we discussed balance, he insisted on staying home for three days, and then we'll take turns.

Being unsure of what to do feels like being at a crossroads, where each path seems promising but also fraught with danger. It's similar to juggling opposing emotions as I attempt to strike a balance between my heart's desires and what my head says is reasonable. Decision-making becomes a struggle between reason and passion, between prudence and longin