They take the leap. They hug and they kiss as if for the first time. But after a while she knows. She knows it's not him. She knows she cannot/does not/will not feel anything for him. He is not the one. Not the one for her. She knows she is making a big mistake. And yet, she is not brave enough to accept it. She continues to fool herself that he may be the one.

His insecurity had gotten the best of him and he had attacked her. He had accused her of things she was not guilty of. She felt distraught by his cruel words. At the same time, she felt the power he had over her. And yet he was not the one…she knew that. What was he doing in her life? Why did he appear? "No, it's not worth it" she thought to herself. She had to distance herself from him. She knew he wasn't the one…

She had to listen to her heart. She was still stuck on someone else. The man she couldn't get out of her head. The man her body still remembered. She knew there was no future for them but she didn't care. It was the intensity she longed for, the passion she had felt for him and the need she felt in her loins. And so she decided that she didn't want to be with anyone else until she was ready to experience those feelings again.