But there was also something that was just so unnerving about all of this, wasn’t there? About the way her emotional security seemed to be an afterthought for him. The manner with which he’d so abruptly brushed off the importance of commitment. The fact that he could not, would not say he loved her, too. The hardest part about falling deeply, knowingly in love for the first time—the first time outside of hormonal, teenage love, that is—is suddenly realizing you’re alone in this place. That you’re sitting in the most spectacular setting and no one is there to admire it with you.
