this post is truly inspiring and really gave me yet another “AH yes…so much truth in these words.” You should read.
It was two summers ago. 2013.
I would have told you, in a nonchalant tone of voice, that I was “keeping my options open.”
He and I, we weren’t official. We weren’t much of anything at all besides a few dinners and a person to report back to at the end of the night. I knew that if we talked about it then the consensus would be mutual: This won’t go too far. And it’s okay if there are other people you talk to at night.
He was sweet though. Schooled me in enchilada-eating competitions. Took my hand at the movies. Sang (out of pitch and out of tune) right along side me in the car.
You could have thought the world of him. You could have told me he was certainly “it” but my conclusions were certain and drawn already: I knew I wasn’t going to date him long-term.
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