"I think we should break up," Jill whispered after a heavy make-out session.
Tim and Jill had been dating for two months, pretty seriously for a month, and Tim had been dreading those six little words from the first.
"What? Why?" he pulled his hand from her shirt.
"Tim… it's just that, well, the semester's ending and…." She trailed off, unsure of how to put her thoughts into words.
"And what, Jill? School's ending so we're ending?"
"No. Yes. It's just that I'm going to be in Texas and you're going to be in Detroit and I don't want you to feel obligated to be faithful to me if you meet someone else."
"Is that so? So that you don't feel obligated to be faithful to me? Is there someone else, Jill?"
"Faithful? Listen to us, Tim. We've been seeing each other for two months and we're already talking about faithfulness and we never even talked about being exclusive!"
"Okay. I wanna be exclusive."
"I think we should break up."
"Jill."
"I think it's best. I really do."
"I don't. Listen, Jill, I lo—" he stopped himself from blurting out the "L" word. "I really like you a lot and I feel this could go someplace, but not if you're breaking up with me."
"Tim, I really like you a lot, too, but—"
"But you're still breaking up with me," he interrupted.
"Yes. I'm sorry, Tim."
"What about when summer's over? When we're back at school? What happens then?"
"We'll see how the summer goes. Can we just do that? Please?"
"Yes. Good-bye, Jill. I hope you have a good summer. Hope you find whoever it is you're looking for." Having said that, he left, looking more forlorn than anyone had ever seen him.
"Oh, Tim." Jill said sadly to her closed door. "I love you."