I knew it was a mistake the minute I looked into those deep blue eyes of his. There was no new clarity in my mind. I was still in the same situation I had been in before. There was no way to move forward. He didn’t belong with someone like me, and we both knew it. I just didn’t know how to explain to him that the kiss was irrelevant.
Except, I didn’t need to tell him or make excuses. He was just as aware as I was. “I still need to know what I did to mess it up. The not knowing is eating me up inside. I’ve messed up a lot in my life and I can admit that. I’m just not that person anymore, which is why I need to know what I did.” The way he was looking at me, the sorrow swirling in his eyes, it forced me to take pity on him. Not that it was pity, but he was asking for something reasonable an
