Did he really just ask that question? If this was what I wanted, of course, it isn't, what I want is for him to be honest with me at all times, for him to tell me everything and stop leaving things and tagging them unnecessarily only for it to turn out to be mandatory in the end.
What does he think of me? What does he see when he looks at me? Some sixteen-year-old? We have come a long way indeed but then I still wondered if I was too quick to let him into my life.
He had only made things more complicated for me since his arrival and I was so sick of it, I needed a break from all this. I needed him to stop!
"Don't you think you just might be the one in the right place to answer that question?" I asked him.
"What do you mean?" He asked back.
"Ethan you are indecisive," I told him.
"Am I?" He asked.
