“I felt dumb,” I said. “You’re not dumb,” he insisted. But I wanted him to ask me why I felt dumb. “They’re all writing novels. And they were talking about authors I should have read already.” “Don’t worry about it,” Robbie said. “You’re the smartest person I know.” I teared up then, because I knew that I was going to end things with Robbie, even though I loved him.
