Moment of truth
Friday, February 8Oh come on, bloggers, didn't you wonder how my story with Rachelle proceeded?
If you did, well, there's some news for you. I have believed that she lives in my neighborhood for quite a long time. I have believed this to be true at a probability approaching 100 percent.
But then, when something so extraordinary happens in your life, doubts set in. And I started to doubt. I have doubted a lot. And somehow, doubts and "not knowing for sure" have left me inactive.
On Tuesday evening, I did what I had to prepare for some time. I walked to her house and hit the door bell.
Guess what happenend? Nobody opened. Nobody opened the door! Even though I saw her in the window a mere hour ago.
It goes without saying that I will ping her bell again. I simply need time to get my courage together again. Does this sound strange to you? Or maybe, does it sound familiar? The feeling of excitement you feel when apporaching the woman of your dreams? The woman you love so much, whom you look at like she is a goddess? The fear of being refused, of being dismissed is lingering in my heart.
