What do I say and how can I break it to her? Do I want this? What do I want?
I work fourteen-hour days and avoid my thoughts. How can I be a skilled surgeon, a profession of preciseness, when I’m so indecisive with this?
I’ve got no family and all I have is her… and my job; the career I’ve built, with no help, no favours, just work ethic.
Can I still have that, with a marriage and a family? Am I enough for her and is she enough for me?
“If you want me to stay, you’ve got until 9pm,” she said after our fight about my commitment issues.
She would never complain or get heated, there was no passion within her. Ambition wasn’t important and she wasn’t a go-getter. She was lacking something? NO! Grace, elegance, balance, allowing room for faith in her life and not letting life take over her – that was her essence.
I open my eyes in the toilets of the surgical ward. I stare at myself in the mirror, smile, lost in the moment, but only for a second. I check my wristwatch: I have eight minutes before my life changes.
I sprint to her hotel up the street.
I see her outside waiting for a taxi and immediately I grab her luggage.
“I am a fool. Please forgive me and just know that you are my future. They say that behind every great man is a great woman, well you’re in front of me, I want to follow you.”