On My Way

I text him that I am on my way.

I'm excited to see him, I have been all week.

Yet, in the car I start to feel uneasy.

I start to feel a bit sick, then my mind starts wondering

I start hearing questions like "Does he really like you?"

There is doubt in my head now. I get a text from him.

I look at it and feel a bit of anger, "He's trying too hard" I think to myself

Suddenly, I feel like I need to park at the closes parking lot.

I park. I grab my phone and start texting, "Something came up. I can't come, sorry"

I start driving home. I feel better now. Soon I will text him to stop calling me all together.

It ends now, suddenly, abruptly, with no explanation.

My mind is the boss and the boss has a love limit. Every single time.