“Maybe we’re just too different.” “No, I wasn’t right about anything.” My heart squeezes. “And I love our differences.” “I thought I did, too. I think . . . I think I just need more time to think. Why don’t you take care of yourself first, figure out your future, and then maybe we can revisit us?” Raw, unfiltered emotion croaks out of me as I say, “And what if I want you to be my future?” “Then I guess you shouldn’t have spoken to me the way you did this morning. How about you take that space you asked for, and I’ll do the same? At least for now.”
