Thanks be to EBT.
He takes my face in his hands, his thumbs making sweeps on my cheeks.
"Bella kept telling me you liked me, so I couldn't understand why you wouldn't go out with me."
He gives me a small smile.
"You didn't want me to get hurt. I didn't know that until now."
I don't know what to say, because I don't know exactly what he's saying.
Does he still want to be with me?
Is he just here as a friend?
Am I even ready to think about something like this?
I don't even know how I feel about you anymore.
Do I deserve anything other than being alone?
He searches my face and removes his hands after a minute.
"But I can't do this with you."