Intoxicating - that’s what this uncertainty was. The way he looked at me during the storm, how his parts seemed to fit so perfectly in mine in those unguarded moments.

But then he’d disappear, leaving me lost inside my own thoughts, questioning everything. The old familiar battle between heart and ambition, between what others expect and what I truly want.

I pushed myself up, bare feet finding the cool floor.

The city stretched out beyond my windows, a maze of possibilities and pitfalls. Each building represented another mountain I’d climbed, another expectation defied. I’d worked too hard to let anyone - even him - derail my focus. Yet here I was, spending another morning dissecting every interaction, every fleeting touch.