I’m not okay with any
of it. “Why is it okay?”
Because it has to be.
School will be out in less
than three months….
“I can wait three months
for you, if you just tell
me you want me to.”
He takes my hand, kisses
it gently. Let’s play it by
ear, okay? No worries.
No worries? “How can
I not worry about you?
I love you, remember?”
Now he pulls me from bed,
into his lap, cinches me with
his arms. Kristina, I love you,
too, really I do…
Okay, there’s a major
“but” coming. [Yeah, like,
But I’m a major player,
and want to play around.]
…but this is totally new
territory. I’ve always loved
girls for what they could give
me, not for who they are.
I understand what he
means, but still don’t get
where this is headed. “So,
what are you saying?”