JASMINE
“I know it’s not fair to you. But, Goddess, Jasmine, I want you to know at least that I do care. I’m not trying to hurt anyone. I wish there was a handbook or something I could read so I knew what to do. But I feel like I’m just grasping at straws, and I keep pulling the wrong one.”
I reflected on what he said, and I felt some empathy for him, understanding his struggle. But did he understand mine? I wasn’t sure. He let me go and took my hand again so we could walk into the park. He led me over to a bench so we could sit down, and then turned toward me, putting his hand on my leg, rubbing my knee.
We sat there, looking at each other. I wrapped my arms around myself to warm myself as the cold breeze blew. Upon seeing my reaction to the cold, Luke pulled me against him. I snuggled
