do me one favor.” “Yeah, okay.” “When he calls—which will be sooner than later—don’t kill his hope.” “I don’t know—” “You don’t have to know anything. He’s hurting too. You need time. He needs time, but that doesn’t mean you can’t talk while you’re taking that time.” “I can’t argue with that.” I could, but I don’t want to. The idea of never talking to him again is inconceivable no matter how hurt or confused I am. Time. It could make or break us.
