So What's Next?

Zoey's POV

After leaving the park I headed home, feeling uneasy the whole way there. I was sure why but when I got there I felt like someone was watching me.

I went through the house and locked all the doors and made sure all the windows were secure, then proceeded upstairs to my bedroom going into the master bath.

I ran a hot bubble bath, undressing and climbing in it. I took the sponge running it over my body.

I finished washing myself and got out pulling on an old t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I made my way downstairs to brew a pot of coffee, knowing I wouldn't be sleeping tonight, when I heard the doorbell ring.

I went to the door, opening it to find a dozen of roses and a letter at my door. I glanced around and saw no one. I took the flowers and letter inside, forgetting about that pot of coffee I was going to brew, and sat the vase of flowers on the coffee table.

Then walking over to my recliner, I sat down opening the letter gasping when I saw it was from Jackson, my high school sweetheart.

Here is what the letter said:

Zoey,

I know this probably isn't the right time but I had to tell you. I still love you. I can't quit thinking about you.

You are and always will be the love of my life. I am so sorry I left you. I regret it everyday of my life and have thought of nothing except it for the past 8 years.

I know its not likely for you to forgive for everything I put you through back then but I wish you could at least try. Please give me a chance to explain myself. I at least need to see you one last time.

I'll contact you again. Please give me a chance, Zoey. I love you, I know you need answers the same as I do.

Love always,

Jackson

When I finished reading the letter, I let it fall from my hands to the floor, I was in tears after reading it. I couldn't believe that after 8 years the one guy I had always loved had contacted me through a letter and planned on contacting me again.

What was I gonna do? Should I actually talk to him? I sat there in my recliner thinking about the possibilities of talking to him again. The ups and downs of it. The heart break it could bring me or the happiness it could bring. What was a girl to do?

That is what was running through my head all night as I sat there staring at the wall trying to decide what I want to do.