"I'm sorry," I said. I cared about him. I didn't want to see him upset. He had this way of drawing me in.
"No, I am. I should have told you. Being here teaching, being with you, this is what I've been missing. I don't want this to mess up what we have."
I looked into his eyes. He was so sincere. He rubbed my palm with his thumb. His light touch sent shivers down my spine.
"I've always been told what to do. I've never had to make choices. But I chose you. And when I walked into my bedroom and you were gone it hurt like hell. My whole life has been painful, living in a way that I didn't want to live. But nothing was as painful as you leaving and not talking to me. Seeing you in class was torture."
"I couldn't see you either. That's why I left class yesterday. I could see that you were fe
