This Time

Every time she says to herself, okay this is it this time, no more talking, no more e-mails, this is it, he calls her. She misses him, she does, but she's tired of waiting. She thinks that if he really cared about her like he says he does, if he really wanted her the way he says he does, it wouldn't be so hard.

She knows it bugs him that he won't hear from her for a week, so he has to call her, has to see what's going on in her life. She knows that when she tells him she has a date it gets on his nerves, but she has to tell him this time.

This has happened twice. He's said he can't do it, can't do the distance. She tells him he is giving up to easy, and if that's how he feels then it's not going to work this time. But then he calls again, a few days later, aggravates her, makes her laugh, tells her he hates the idea of her going out with someone else. But now, for her, it's different, this time.

This time she is making the demands. She cares for him, and she hates feeling like she has to play games. So she's telling him what it will take for them to work it out this time. No more waiting around, it's time to make a decision. She knows that if they were closer it would be great, if they spent some real time together, it would be wonderful. But right now that's just not the case, so sacrifices will have to be made, and she's prepared for that. But if he wants her, he's going to have to put in the effort, this time.