The two choices I have are to be stubborn or be stupid. Stubborn if I pretend not to notice how committed he seems to be, despite the unlikeliness of it. Stupid if I trust him then he hurts me, even though I knew it was probably going to happen. I grab a bottle of vodka, knowing it’s my weakness, and turn and walk away. No one said I had to choose today. A girl can take some time to think about this sort of thing. I hear it’s what adults do.
