Except, in a way, my questionnaire had worked. That was the real truth I’d been avoiding. The realization sat deep in the pit of my stomach and tried to work its way to the surface every time I saw her. I was falling in love with Hazel. The problem was, she wasn’t falling in love with me. She liked me. She liked sleeping with me. But that wasn’t the same, and at the end of the day, it wasn’t what I wanted. And it really fucking sucked.
