Let there be no mistake…“I am not changing my mind,” means just that: I am not staying here, I am going to New Mexico, and Scott is not coming with me, although he is doing a damn fine job of trying to convince me otherwise.
The ring was a gesture, albeit a pretty impressive one. (Two entwined hearts done in 10K gold-plated stainless steel with a real diamond accent.) He was even quite creative in finding out my ring size without me suspecting a thing. And I got roses, too, before the ones he gave me for my birthday even had a chance to wilt.
It pretty much figures that something like this would happen to me, precisely when I don’t want it to. I know I said that perhaps if I met the right guy, I might like to stay here. But as wonderful as he is, Scott is not the right guy, not now anyway, and I’m leaving here for the same reason that I am not moving back to Wisconsin: been there, done that. I need something completely new, completely different. Completely.
So, let me repeat: I AM NOT CHANGING MY MIND.