“And I know you’ve always liked Conrad, but you’re over him now, right?” His eyes looked so hopeful, it killed me, killed me to not answer him the way he wanted me to.
“I … I don’t know,” I whispered.
He sucked in his breath, the way he did when he was frustrated. “But why? He doesn’t see you that way. I do.”
I could feel my eyes starting to tear up, which wasn’t fair. I couldn’t cry. It was just that he was right. Conrad didn’t see me that way. I only wished I could see Jeremiah the way he saw me. “I know. I wish I didn’t. But I do. I still do.”
Jeremiah moved away from me. He wouldn’t look at me; his eyes looked everywhere but at mine. “He’ll only end up hurting you,” he said, and his voice cracked.
“I’m so, so sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. I couldn’t take it if you were mad at
