James stared at the pen and piece of paper which was on the table in front of him before picking up his half filled glass of whiskey and took a sip from it. He's been staring at that paper for a while now and didn't know how to begin. For some reason, picking up the glass of whiskey was far more easier than picking up that pen and pouring out his heart on a sheet of paper.
It's been five months since he broke up with Nina and he must confess, he had thought she would come begging like other girls do, but Nina had said goodbye and never looked back. James blamed his friends for their breakup. They had always encouraged him to end it whenever he had any little quarrel with Nina. They would always remind him that every girl out there wanted what Nina had, him, and she should be grateful he was with her.
James had allowed their words get to him and he had ended things with her, an action he now regrets. What his friends had said were true, almost every girl wanted to be with a young rich man like him but none of them was like Nina. They were all just robots doing everything he says, trying to please him. None was able to criticize or scold him for making a wrong move or bad decision like Nina would, they were after his money and it was glaring to him that he had lost a rare gem or has he?
James had decided to write a letter to Nina, hoping that she still was single and no man has filled the space in her heart he once filled, but it’s been over an hour since he brought out the book and pen and yet he was lost of words to write.
One last look at the pen and paper and James changed his mind “He wasn’t going to send her some letter like a coward, he was going to meet her face to face and apologize for his mistakes” James said to himself as he picked up his car keys and walked out of his house with one place in mind, Nina’s house.
