*Astrid*
“The truth is …”. He looks slightly lost. “While the thinking we would die certainly spurred me to do it, the truth is that I like you, I like you a lot … and that scared me, that is why I said what I did”.
I nod slowly, taking in his words. “I actually get what you say … probably because it is pretty much how I am feeling”.
“I am sorry, I shouldn’t have missed you”. He says softly, the tone of his voice is sad. “I like you but I am a mess, I am not in a place where I am good enough to move on with this … does it make sense or am I just rambling?”
“No, it makes sense”. My inside is balling up kinda painfully, despite my agreement. “Again you are putting words to my feelings”.
He gives me a sad smile that matches the feeling emanating from him. “We are a couple of screw ups, e
