When Daniel told me loved me, I didn’t tell him I felt the same way. I don’t think he would have said it if he didn’t already know that and I hadn’t gone there to talk about our emotions.
I was there because this was supposed to be a passionate summer romance and I couldn’t stop thinking that it shouldn’t have ended the way it did; it didn’t feel right that he dropped me off and thanked me for the time we had spent together.
Two weeks… and yet, it felt like we had been together for longer than the many years I had spent in a comforting but painfully dull relationship with Theo.
I couldn’t let Daniel go.
I was in love with him, and he was in love with me, and it was cruel that we had to give up on that when I knew that I wouldn’t feel anything close to this ever again.
We spent hours
