Some of the tension releases in my chest, and the tempting feeling of hope replaces it. Mia places her hand over mine. “He never mentioned a timeline, did he?” “No,” I breathe, a floating feeling building inside of me. “You have to tell him,” Sidney adds. Tell him? Tell him what? That I don’t want this to end? That I’m in love with him? “What if he doesn’t feel the same?” “Girl, what if he does?” is Mia’s reply.
…this can’t go badly…right?🤨
