As expected, his response was the same as always. "Have you had enough? We are just childhood friends who grew up together. There's nothing special between us. How could you think we are involved inappropriately?"
He angrily hung up the phone. I called back, but as expected, he didn't answer and he had blocked my number.
I spent a week alone in a foreign country, but luckily, the people there were very friendly.
On the sixth day, Patrick sent me a message. "Are you coming back tomorrow? I'll pick you up at the airport."
Looking at this conciliatory message, I wasn't as excited as I used to be.
In our five years of dating, I had always been the one to take the initiative. Every time we argued, no matter who was at fault, I always sought reconciliation. Over time, it seemed he had gotten used to it.
But he didn't know that this week's experience had made me rethink whether our relationship was worth continuing.
I thought about it and replied, "Whatever, if you're not available, don't force it."
Then I went for a beauty treatment and packed my things without paying attention to my phone.
Before bed, the phone rang. It was Patrick. I answered, "What's up?"
"Why didn't you reply to my message?"