“You made me feel really wanted,” he says, so earnestly that it lands in my chest, reverberating like an echo in an abandoned tunnel. “You…” He laughs anxiously. “Fuck, why is it so hard to describe?” I recognize it. What he’s trying to say but can’t find the words for. Because I felt it too. So why did he leave? “Seen?” I ask, making two fists in my lap. He nods. “Understood,” he adds. “Like…I don’t know.” He laughs softly, looking up to the left. “Like maybe I’m fine as I am. As is.”
