Another chance?

I sat on a bench in the park tired and dejected. The pristine surroundings did nothing to calm my mind. I was in a flashback mode. My mind kept playing the happenings of the evening and I kept asking myself if I was disillusioned in love. The things I’d been through during the past couple of years were no secret to the people close to me. Was I again beginning to recede into the shell that I had thought that I had come out of?
I thought I was getting better. I thought that the wounds of the past had completely healed. But I was wrong. Just when I was thought that I was over it, it all just came back. I saw him at the restaurant. It was the same person who had hurt me and was the reason that I had receded into the shell. I’d loved him with all my heart and then he was just gone from my life. All that was left was empty words, a broken heart and tears- lots of them. It was just a few of my close friends who had stood by me and had helped me get over him. I was at the restaurant with one of my close friends- the guy who had been with me when I was a mess. He had me told a few days ago that he had fallen in love with me. I hadn’t responded then because I needed time to think. I had just been over it all and I was uncertain if I could ever love another person again. He had not pressed me for an answer but I was sure he needed one. I did enjoy his company and the fact that he cared a lot for me made me give it a serious thought. So over dinner today, I was going to give him an answer. A Yes!
That was when I had this blast from the past. The moment I saw him, a lump formed in my throat. Tears just kept running down my eyes. I grabbed a couple of tissues on the table and I’d wriggled out of the restaurant and settled down in this park to clear my mind. Was it worth going back and thinking about the past? I knew it wasn’t. All that it would do was only hurt me more. I couldn’t give him another chance even if he asked me to. But could I not give love another chance? I think I could, but I wasn’t sure. It was winter and the cold air made me freeze. I decided to get back home and let my mind clear. I took the tissues that I had grabbed from the restaurant and began wiping my tears away. I noticed that something was written on it. More like a scrawl. “I’m still waiting for you” it said.  I was clueless how he had managed that. May be I still had to give my answer today. 

This post is written for the wordle prompt on A Week for Writing

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