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I had fooled myself before Equating sex to love and responsibility. As you may suspect, it all ended badly. As a result, I had made a promise to myself to never again tell someone I loved them until I was positive. So how was I supposed to know? She came into my life serendipitously. A friend of a friend who wasn’t even supposed to attend the party at which we met. But we did meet, and I was immediately asking Andy, "Who’s that? What’s her name? Get us introduced!" It was a college fling, an affair. We were seriously dating, whatever that was, though the word "love" was never raised. But one night after enjoying each other a few months later, I was brushing the hair from her eyes, her head framed by the light coming in the window. "I love you," I stammered out. Her expression betrayed her. She hadn’t expected it. She was unprepared. "I like you a lot, too," she finally said, her nose wrinkling like it did when she was nervous. She leaned in and kissed me, probably more to end the conversation than anything else. And so we went on with our lives, together. Until I was leaving. I had no real choice in the matter. School was over for me. She had two more years. I had a job 400 miles away. I dropped her off at home the night before I left. I asked her if she wanted me to walk her to her door. She turned to me, crying. "No," she said through her tears. "No, just stay here." We kissed. I tasted salt on her lips. She opened the door, looking down at the floor of the car. "I love you," she said. Stunned, I sat in silence as she got out and glanced back at me with her tear-stained eyes. She must have seen my own eyes welling up because she put her hand to her mouth and ran to her front door. I left the next day. |
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