I bet that’s the expression he’ll wear when he tells me we can’t do this anymore. It’s only a matter of time. He’d never dump me the way Zach did, I realize. He’d do it the right way. He’d do it to my face, with care and respect. I flinch, picturing it. Why does that feel worse? Because that’s exactly the reason I like him. He’s kind, and he would never hurt someone on purpose, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t hurt me without meaning to.
