Could this be real?

I couldn't believe the word that I was reading. Terminated. Tasha called me into her office earlier in the week. I wasn't sure what she wanted to talk about but knew that I didn't meet my quota this month. This wasn't the first time that I've came up under the quota. Usually if a person is three consecutive months short then management began taking disciplinarian action. When I turned my report in I wasn't too worried, I would make it up next month. Again, this wasn't my first time not meeting my quota. So when Tasha called me into her office I was stunned when she handed me a piece of paper that stated that I was being let go because of my lack of performance. Watching me read and comprehend the words in the letter, Tasha looked at me with satisfaction. “Is there anything you would like to say?” Tasha asked. There wasn't much for me to say. Without a word I walked out of Tasha's office, gathered my things and walked out the building. Leaving behind a place of certainty, walking into a unsure future.

Sitting alone in my apartment I couldn't believe what happen. Terminated. How could this be? I knew that Tasha wanted me gone. But why? I was a hard worker and I was great at my job. Who wouldn't want me as an employee?  I wasn't sure of my next move. I planned to be at this agency for a couple more years before I start to move up into a management position. I didn't have a 5 year plan. I figured I would make it up as I went along. But now that I'm without employment, now is a good time to start making a plan.

Later that evening I got a phone call from Tim. We talked over the last few days and made plans to get together the following week. Tim sense something was wrong and offered to come over. I really didn't want company but I didn't want to be alone either. I finally agreed for Tim to come to my apartment. 

I'm was sure what it was? Was it the sight of Tim or all of my emotions of the day came out. But when I opened the my apartment door and saw Tim standing there tears fell from my eyes, FAST. I began to cry harder and harder. My feeling was so hurt. How could a person be so mean? This was my job, my career. Tim rushed to me and pulled me into a protective and safe hug and let me cry. He didn't say a word, he just let me cry. Once I got myself together, we seat on the couch. “Do you want tell me what's wrong?” I shook my head no. I didn't want to explain the situation just yet. “It's nothing bad,” I told him “My feeling are just really hurt.” Tim said that he understood and didn't ask anymore questions. We watched a couple of episodes of the second season of West Wing and ordered takeout. After making sure I was okay, Tim left for the evening. I crawled into bed feeling a little better but still very hurt. Slowly as I drifted to sleep my emotions turned to anger.

As I was cooking breakfast the following morning, somebody knock at my door. When I opened my front door there was a delivery man with a beautiful display of twelve red long stem roses with a note: “Whatever you're going through, keep your head up. Don't let them break you. xoxo Tim” As a read the note butterflies began to fluttering in my stomach. Could this be the beginning of something real?