'We are both consenting adults and we should not be afraid to go after what we want simply because we are scared of what might happen if it goes wrong. Why can you not just live in the moment, with me?' He asked.
He was right, I could just agree and go with him to wherever our relationship took us, but I did not want to spend any of my time crying over him.
'I know you just want us to wing it and everything but if we don't define it, we're in for a lot of surprises. I mean, what if it goes horribly wrong? Then what? Do we stop talking? Do we go back to being enemies? I do not want that, George; I do not want that at all.'
'And I understand you and we can just draw up something. The truth is, I like you more than I'm letting on. I find myself thing about you and wondering what my life would be like without you in it.' He took my hand and squeezed it.
