U - Unsure
When Radleigh first asked me to go back to L.A with him – in the middle of an argument, as usual – I admit it. I was scared. Unsure. If he’d had his way, he’d have had me packed up and on the next flight with him. I needed a little reassurance first, though. I wanted go, of course. But I also didn’t want to spend the rest of my life moving back and forth every time we realised we couldn’t actually live together.
As it turned out, when we stopped fighting how we felt, we stopped fighting completely.
I knew we could get along – in America, we’d had some great times. Most of them happened when we were away from L.A, but even so, those were the times I’d gotten better glimpses of who Radleigh was. The times I started to fall in love with him.
I would move back with him, of course. His whole life, his family, his career – they were all in L.A. He needed to be there, and I needed to be with him. I wasn’t unsure anymore.