Underneath all that gentleman facade, you are a piece of chicken shit, Cliff. I berated myself.
I caught myself checking on her Facebook again, thirsty for any channel or source that might carry any news about Faye. I went to the gym twice pretending to workout, but secretly hoping to bump into her. Nope, not there.
And for the umpteenth time, I drafted a text to Faye only to delete everything before having the nerve to send to her.
At least, for now, I am still officially her boyfriend, am I not?
People change for either 2 reasons - their minds are opened, or because their hearts are broken.
Waiting and being in the unknown is tormenting. What are you thinking, Faye? And Cliff, why don't you reach out to your girl?
Nothing new on her Facebook. I expected so. She is not the type who posts what she eats for lunch, nor announce her feelings to the world via social media, and neither would she share photos of events or travels.
So when she did post one photo of us together on her FB page, that was truly a big deal.
'There are too much humdrum on Fakebook. I only use it to share positive stuff. And to stalk people,' Faye once said.
And stalking I am now.
Brushing these thoughts aside, I took out my notebook and tried to work on the Christmas project.