"Jasper, I know I'm asking a lot. I can't imagine going through what happened to you…" He shifts on the couch, his knee pressing into my thigh. His hand on my shoulder is warm and heavy. I lift my eyes to his. "I'm not him. You can either decide to believe me, and we can start something this summer – something I think would be amazing – or we can end it now."
So simple, the way he says it, and the answer seems obvious.
But the words are stuck in my throat.
No going back.
"I want to try," I whisper.
Monday, February 7, 2011
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Good job Jasper. Move forward ;)
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