"I am waiting." I say, hoping to that pulls his voice or words or his tongue from wherever they disappeared to. He needs to speak up for God's sake!
He takes in a deep breath, clutching my hand tighter.
"Listen, Tania. I won't refute that I feel something for you. I do feel something. I like you. I like that you are getting along well with Angel. I admire your nobility and your openness. You are an excellent girl. But you see, every affair, requires an essential thing called trust. Without trust, there is no nothing, and that's something I don't have. I can not trust again. I have nothing to offer you." He says. Straight, and precise.
Trust!
I was about to ask myself if it is practical to love someone you can not trust, but then I recall he said "like". He just likes me. He likes me th
