Should I Choose Money or Love?

Which will weigh more on the scale?

The phone was still warm in my hand, my boss’s words echoing in my ears.

A promotion.

Los Angeles.

Double the salary.

The American dream served on a silver platter.

But the price? Leaving behind the man I love.

Sitting on the couch, my mind racing, I relive the conversation with my boyfriend. “Do what you really want to do,” he said, with a hug that spoke more than a thousand words.

A hug that smelled of farewell, of resignation. Fuck.

How did we get here?

A month ago, I was celebrating a local promotion.

Now?

I’m contemplating crossing an ocean, leaving behind not just my love, but an entire life built together.

The paid apartment, the doubled salary, the opportunity to live in a city that has always fascinated me.

It’s the complete package, isn’t it?

So why do I feel this knot in my stomach?

Why is it that every time I think of Los Angeles, I see his face fading away?