Two days later, I get another delivery at work. It's calla lilies again - amethyst this time. I almost throw them away without reading the accompanying message. But curiosity or madness overtakes me, and I find myself reaching for the card. It's not what I'm anticipating at all.
Truth or dare? One for each of us.
I'll take Truth: The truth is, I'm an ass.
You get Dare: I dare you to come and find me.
I stare at the words for a full minute. Is he serious? He expects me to keep playing? He wants me to go looking for him? After everything?
But each time I reread the message, I feel myself weakening. Who am I kidding? I miss him. I want him. I'm still pissed, but that doesn't mean I love him any less.
No - I need to be strong. I throw the card into the garbage and force myself to get back to work.
Forget about him. You need to move on.