JESSIE
That excruciatingly painful meeting is over, and I'm walking toward my truck to finally go home. I look at my phone to see if Jeremy texted back, but he hasn't, or if he even called, but nothing and now I'm actually getting worried.
I stand by my truck staring at the phone screen, debating with myself on whether I should send another text or if I should just give him space.
And I'm beginning to think giving him space is the best thing. I let out a sigh, and I put my hand down. I hope he's okay, and I hope he isn't doing anything drastic. I really miss him. I wonder what he's doing or how he's doing.
I want him to know that I love him and only him, and those dreams mean nothing. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt him. Yes, Seb and I used to be a thing, but that was five years ago, and we are just friends.
