When two o'clock rolls around, I stand by the front door pacing. How can I do this? If I let her go now, I may never see her again. But if I don't follow through with my plans, I will never know if she really loves me or not.

Shaking my head in frustration, I weigh my options very carefully. Earlier, I had paused for a moment in weakness. Only to have her come in the kitchen and wonder why I still hadn't purchased the ticket.

Honestly, it threw me off and then I found myself ...