“I guess I have some explaining to do.”
I squeezed my fingers together as I braced for impact. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say; the night we spent together had been special to me. I was afraid I was going to feel hurt again after he explained, then on the other hand I knew it was silly. It had been a one-night stand, a lot of people don’t even know the name of the person they slept with. Hell, some probably don’t even remember the other persons face.
However, even knowing this… I guess it meant something to me. Something more than it should have. I always assumed it didn’t matter to him but to hear it confirmed would be harder. I guess, deep down, I liked to pretend that I had been important... that what we had was different. I needed to pretend that I wasn’t the only one who thou
