“I missed you,” he whispered from behind me. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I tried. I really did. And I’m sorry I came here without telling you the truth, but I didn’t think you’d see me and I just… I just needed to be in the same room as you.” I let out a puff of air. “We can’t do this,” I breathed. “Not seeing you is terrible,” he said quietly. “And I don’t want to do it anymore.” That’s it. I gave up. I turned around and kissed him.
