At first, he always answered my texts.
As time went on, he changed. He would always respond to my texts with “yes” or “good.”
I know that the texts I sent him with excitement didn’t even get a look from him.
At first, I was sad, but then I got used to it.
The only reason is that I love him and want to be with him.
Finally, my excitement faded and I didn’t want to send him anything.
I looked through our chat logs from this week and saw that I didn’t text him once.
It’s Friday today, and one of my coworkers said they would throw a party.
In the past, I wouldn’t have joined them.
When I first started, I would sometimes go out with my coworkers.
Sam often went out with his college friends, so he only stayed home for dinner two or three times a week.
Sam called me while I was outside having dinner with my coworkers and asked where I was. That day, he went home earlier than usual.
That day, I felt bad for him. He didn’t go back for dinner very often, and I even missed it.
I stopped doing anything after work so I wouldn’t make the same mistake again and miss dinner with him. I would go home early, make dinner, and wait for him to show up.
This is why I didn’t get along with my coworkers.
We had worked together for a few years, but we were still not friends.
After a while of thinking about it, I ask one of my coworkers next to me, “Where are you going for dinner?” I’d love to go with you.
This coworker said in shock, “I can’t believe you’re coming too!” Everyone needs to go!”
Sam calls me when I’m done with work.
“Lillian, I’ll come get you later.” Let’s go to the grocery store together. It’s been a long time since we’ve eaten dinner at home.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t. I have to go to a party with my coworkers.
“But could you…”
“I don’t often do things with them, which makes me look like an outsider,” I say to him.
Everyone on our team has a great time because no one is missing.
I also have some wine.
Sam calls me several times during the party to ask when it will end and offer to come pick me up.
I tell him no because I’m not sure when the party will end. I tell him to get some rest and that I’m having a great time at work.
“Where are you now? I can wait for you outside. It’s late, and I’m worried about your safety.”
I can’t believe Sam said this to me.
He once turned down my request to pick me up at the airport at 1 a.m. after I got back from a business trip.
He said he needed to sleep because he had to get up early for work the next day.
He also said that it should be easy for me to get a taxi at the airport, so he didn’t worry about my safety at all.
It’s almost 9 p.m. now, and he’s worried about me going home alone.
Do guys change just as quickly?
At 9:30 PM, Sam sends me a text saying he is outside the restaurant where I am eating.
I saw him as I was leaving the door after dinner, which ended around 11.
“Did you drink?” He came closer to help me.
“A little wine,” I said, but I’m not very good at drinking. A small cup is all it takes to get me drunk.
Sam took me to the front passenger seat and put on my seat belt.
He doesn’t start the car when he gets in; instead, he comes to hug me.
“I finally understand how it feels to wait. I’m so sorry, Lillian. I’ve made you wait for me so many times, but I won’t do it again,” he said.
“Drive home! I want to sleep!” I say with a frown and push him away.
