“You’re wonderful, Gracie. And I’ve loved spending time with you these past few months.” He then took my hands and squeezed them. “Shit. I’m sorry. Please don’t think I only wanted to get laid. I do care about you, but I can’t offer you what you need right now when my life is so . . . up in the air. You’re the type of girl who deserves a real boyfriend. Someone who can promise you forever. And that’s not me. At least, not right now.”
Bruh
