Her final words were so cold and distant, that it actually broke his heart. He'd hoped they would talk about it, that maybe she would understand, that they'd try to keep things going from a distance, and he'd come and visit. As much as he knew long distant relationships rarely worked, he wanted to give it a try. To hear her just shut him out... it was like a slap to the face. With those words he was no longer hers, she was just some girl, and he was just some guy. It was hard for him to swallow and he didn't know how to respond. He was still madly in love with her. The only thing keeping him back was his doubts.<br/><br/>He said nothing as he walked to the door with his bags. He turned to her, trying his best to fight back a tear. He didn't care if she already shut him out, he sat on the bed and pulled her in for a kiss. "I love you, and I'm sorry. I wish you could understand, and I wish we could still try to make this work." With that he got up. He knew if he stepped out of this room, it would be over. There would be no going back. She'd probably never forgive him for it. He lingered at the door, unsure of where he would find the most happiness. As crazy in love as he was with Nadia, he just had no real hope for relationships, and at least his career was more of a sure bet.<br/><br/>So he stepped out of the door, and closed it behind him.<span style="font-style: italic">Fuck fuck fuck, I'm making a mistake right now,</span>he fought with himself. He went down to the lobby and out onto the street, calling a taxi. The taxi pulled up. He lingered.<span style="font-style: italic">What am I doing?</span>he screamed to himself. He got into the taxi, but it felt wrong. All of this moment felt wrong. He was doing exactly what he said to never do. He was thinking, and he wasn't jumping. He was doing the safe bet, but not taking the risk with the most amazing woman he'd ever met. "To the airport," he told the driver.<br/><br/>It was about ten minutes into the ride when all his doubts, and that uneasy feeling just came to a climax. "Stop the taxi," he told the man. The taxi driver, on the highway, pulled to the side and put on his flashers. "You feeling alright, my friend?" The taxi driver asked in a thick accent. David looked at the man, and simply asked, "if you had a choice between the most amazing career prospect of your life that could propel you to stardom, or the most beautiful, amazing, wonderful girl in the world, which would you chose?"<br/><br/>"Career or love, the age old question," the Taxi driver responded. Cars zipped by, trucks honked, but the Taxi driver didn't care. "Look here," he handed David a photograph of him with his wife and two kids. "I work as a taxi driver, but I am happy. I am happy because of three people, and you're looking at them right there. Sure it's never perfect, but to come home to my loving wife and two children... it makes me happy. Finding your meaning in life is about what makes you happy. The question is, what makes YOU happy?"<br/><br/>"I don't know," David said. "I wish I could have both, but it's not possible."<br/><br/>"You cannot be selfish in life. You take what is handed to you. Close your eyes, my friend," he told David. David complied. "Don't think and tell me, what do you see? You career... or your love?"<br/><br/>Ten minutes later David excited the Taxi, finally sure of his decision. He gave the taxi driver the biggest tip her could afford as a thank you. He ran through the hallway as fast as he could, and made his way up the stairs. He slammed his fist on the door. "I'm sorry," he yelled through the door. "I made a mistake. I'll go wherever you want to go. We'll start a new life together."