Kenzo and I walked around the park, hand-in-hand. He was quiet, but that was understandable, considering I totally broke his heart.
I mean it’s not like I don’t want to commit to him long term—because I do.
I see myself spending the rest of my life with Kenzo—I’m just not ready for kids and marriage.
I mean, we’re still young.
And who knows if I’d be a good mom or not.
I think that in itself scares me the most.
I don’t want to have a child and traumatize them for the rest of their lives.
God, I can barely take care of myself.
“Are you mad at me?” I asked out, still feeling the heavy tension between us.
“No.” He answered as he looked around the park, staying aware of our surroundings.
“Are you just saying that just to make me feel better?”
“No.” There was no twitch of
