Chad clears his throat. “Something I want to tell you.” “What?” You love me too? He pauses for a beat longer than expected, thoughtfully weighing what he wants to share with me. Our knees almost touch when I say, “Tell me.” Tell me you love me too. “I dated a girl while I was in Germany. Nothing serious. But… you know. I thought I’d just tell you.” No, I will never forget this day. It’s the first time I understand what brokenhearted means.
