He stared at me for a moment before lifting his hand and gently tapping my nose with his finger. “Are you saying you care about me?”
I nodded slowly. “Yes…”
“If you really care about me, then why did you push me away like that?” His voice carried doubt, almost like he was afraid of the answer.
I don't know how we ended up in such a deep conversation. But I do know that the last time we talked, I crossed a line. I said things I didn't mean— hurtful lies meant to push him away. He didn't deserve any of it. I think it's only fair to tell him the truth.
I bit my lower lip, unable to meet his gaze. "Because caring about you scares me," I admitted quietly. "The closer we get, the more I give you the power to break me..."
"Do you really think I'm capable of hurting you?" he asked gently.
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