Mom came into my room that night... And spoke to me about some things. Some things that I didn't want to accept initially, but in the end I took it, like a man. The reason was that I was thinking like a little boy for too long... And didn't zoom out to see the macro side of things. Although I'm sad at what mom told me that day, I know it's important that i make this painful decision now, than not to be able to give her a good life later.
For this I think I have grown up by that little bit. No longer I am like the little boy wanting his ice cream, but a man, who wants only the best for his girl, because she only deserves it. But it's up to her to make that final decision...
Either way, I cannot allow myself to sink into that depression mode again, even if she doesn't want to give it a shot. Because I have to respect her choice, and trust that she would have made the right one by then. I trust her because I love her, and for that, I believe in her and want the best for her.
The call that could change my life. The call I'm waiting to make. The call I need to make.