"Then what is it, Gabe?" I snap, stepping back. He's not over her. He's using me to get over her. "Because all I hear are lies and excuses. You're moving on from her so easily, and I-" I choke on the words, my throat closing up. "I just don't understand. How could you do that? How could you just let go of four years like that?"
His face shifts, and for the first time, I see a glimpse of vulnerability in him, something raw and unguarded. "What do you mean Meg?" He pauses, looking for the right words. "I don't want to be with her anymore. I want to be with you."
"But why?" I ask, my voice breaking. "Why would you choose me when- years mean nothing?" I am asking him how he could have cut her from his life so easily when they were in love. When they had years before that love... they'd grown up together. That's not a love you get over easily. I understood that, so why didn't he?
