How (not) to love

Half the Hurt

"How was your day?"

"It was amazing."

"That's good to hear. What'd you do?"

"He came over."

"Uh oh. Did you have a little too much fun?"

"No, nothing like that."

"So what did you guys do?"

"We just... laughed and slept."

"Slept?"

"Yeah. We didn't really intend to but we were laying there and we both drifted off."

"Wow. When I think of having boys over to hang out I definitely plan on sleeping."

"Wow, you're sooo hilarious."

"I know, thank you. I'll be here all week."

"We don't need to be doing anything in order to have a good time together. As long as he's there, I don't care."

"That's love."

"Shut up."

"Why do you get so defensive?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"See? It's like you're afraid to admit that you love him."

"That's because I don't love him."

"You really don't, or you won't let yourself?"

"Both."

"Why? Why are you so afraid to let someone in? You're so closed off. I don't get it."

"You would if you've had half the hurt I have."

"Huh?"

"Forget it, I'm just scared. I don't want him to hurt me the way all the others did."

"I'm almost certain he won't."