Not the Marrying KindChapter 6 The Confrontation
Saturday night I ran on my treadmill like I have never run before. With my radio blasting music I ran and cried and cried and ran. When I was finished I fell to the floor with no more strength to run and no more tears to cry. After a hot shower I laid in bed with my red rimmed eyes unable to lull myself to sleep. I awoke the next morning realizing that eventually sleep had found me. I was smacked in the face with my heartbreak. Should I have told him how I felt about him when I had the...