On Being Right

I took this picture at work. While I love storms and rain, I am finding myself looking for the sun. Don't we always want what we can't have?

So you were right. I shouldn't have pushed for a response. It didn't help.
But I was right too. It wasn't cruel intentions. The silence however...
I keep coming up with scenarios. Maybe she's with a friend. Maybe she's with her family. Maybe her phone died. Maybe she's scared of the response. Maybe she's scared of her own feelings. Maybe she doesn't know what to say. Maybe you're right, silence is her answer.
It takes 5-10 seconds to respond. There are 86,400 seconds in a day.
I hope you're wrong in that she's laughing. I hope you're wrong that it's all a game.
I am right in not playing the victim this time. I am right not to play the pity me card.
You are right to suggest that I delete everything, just like with the other.
I am right to stand up for what I believe in. I am right to show my respect for her by not trying to fake a friendship. She was right when she first told me that.
A fork in the road.. again. A choice given and a path chosen.
Not one I ever thought I would find myself on.
But isn't that what leaving someone is, after all?