One Hundred Words

I stood outside of the small café, wearing a frown with my arms crossed at my chest in annoyance. He is doing this to me on purpose, I thought, as I began nervously pacing back and forth. This is just the kind of person he is. He wants me to wait because he knows that no matter how many times he does this and no matter how times I threaten to leave him, I never will. He has the upper-hand.

We both know I am too weak and in love to ever follow through with my word.

I am hopeless.