French Vanilla

Laying awake at five in the morning sucks no matter what the situation is. I had work at seven, and I certainly wasn't looking forward to it considering I didn't sleep the night before. My mind was Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom Tom and, you guessed it, Tom.

I groaned and decided to get up and ready for work, giving myself a mental note to call Tom and yell at him. I knew my decision. This was it. This was my chance to do everything I have ever wanted to do. This was every opportunity I have ever needed. And all of these things came down to one factor: Tom.

I could live without modeling. I could live without seeing Europe, or the world. I could live with delaying my education and photography career longer. I couldn't live without Tom. Something about him was so different than any other man I have ever met. I knew he was different, yet I knew nothing of him.

I yearned to know more.

Getting out of bed, I threw on my work uniform, put my hair in a bun, and grabbed my phone and keys, heading off to work.

Today I would be sending in my resignation. Tomorrow, I would be in England.