“I completely understand. You had every right to be mad at me, but I just wanted to explain and apologize. I’ve been trying to reach you. I’ve left voicemails and texted you a dozen times. Thinking you probably hated me nearly has destroyed me these past few weeks,” he admits.
I lick my lips, trying to find my confidence. “I blocked your number, Ryan. I didn’t want to hear from you,” I admit. “It was easier for me not to know when you were calling or to read your texts so I could get over you. My heart was breaking, but as much as it hurt, I wanted to move on.”
He lowers his gaze and shakes his head. “I don’t blame you. My heart’s been breaking since the second you said goodbye the day I dropped you off.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t know where we stood. Those two weeks at the cabin w
