My BF told me to wear something fancy. I thought it was finally happening. After three years, I was ready for more until I realized what the show was really about.
I was thirty-six, and I loved my life as it was. I wasn’t looking for a prince. I was looking for stability, peace, and love.
And for a while, I thought I’d found it in Anthony. We’d been together for three years. Three. That’s practically an eternity in the world of commitment-free relationships.
He was attentive when he wanted to be. Funny. Charismatic. And maddeningly unpredictable.
Still, time passed, and I remained something… convenient. That started to bother me. Not at first. At first, I made excuses for him.
“He’s just not ready.”
“He needs time.”
But when you’re still planning your Friday nights, only if he happens to remember you exist…That’s not love. So, I decided to talk. Just talk. Like adults. No pressure.
We were sitting at the café near my office. He showed up twenty minutes late. That was actually better than usual.
“Hey,” I smiled, a bit stiffly. “Traffic again?”
“Nah, just… got caught up at the gym. So, what’s this urgent thing you wanted to talk about?”
I took a sip of tea.
“I didn’t say it was urgent. I just wanted to talk.”
“Anthony… We’ve been together for three years now. And I… well… I don’t know where we’re going.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I mean… our relationship. We’re kind of… stuck. You come over, we hang out, you leave. And that’s it. I want more. Maybe… living together? Building something. Planning.”
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