Fighting for Love

The Vegas trip was supposed to help put things in perspective with Kaya. It did that and so much more. I didn’t love her any less, but I was confused as hell. She went from zero to sixty so fast my head spun. When I first asked her to come with me, Kaya was excited. I thought she was having a good time when I kissed her outside the club.

The following day something changed. The woman I had come to know as unbelievably strong and opinionated turned into a shrinking vine. Kaya didn’t want to leave the room—something I would have appreciated under different circumstances. Instead of wanting me, she clammed up. The silent treatment didn’t make sense after a night of passion. The change in demeanor was so unexpected I spent the rest of the day on pins and needles, just waiting for her to call it quits.

What else could I think?