‘Scared of what Jo?’
‘Scared that you must hate me on some level for leaving you. Scared of having to deal with my parents. Scared that I’ll let you down all over again. Scared that I don’t deserve you. Most of all I’m scared that you’ll drive back to London in a few days and I’ll never, ever see you again.’
She had gentle tears tracking lazily down her cheeks as she spoke and the sight of her crying tore my heart in two. I was trying so hard to remain calm and strong, to work this out with my head rather then my heart but I never could bear to see Jo hurt in any way, so I reached out and took her hand in mine.
‘I’m scared too Jo. Scared that if we get back into a relationship that you’ll break my heart all over again but I know that going home to London and leaving you here is going to
