"What do you mean?"
"You.....don't worry about it"
"No, Emma, what, please"
"You come back, and make out like everything is fine, and that we can go back to what we were, but it isn't fine. I'm not fine. I am not fine."
I looked up from the floor, and instead into dans glassy brown eyes.
"And you, you didn't trust me that I loved you. You actually thought that I kissed him. And then you come back like "oops my mistake, I love you" and I can't.....I can't.....I just can't....do this"
"Are you breaking up with me?"
"I....no.....I....I need to......I don't know"
Dan stood up from where he was sitting next me, and let tears roll down his face.
He grabbed his suitcase and walked out.
And I sat there. And cried.
I love dan, he is the sweetest person I have ever met, but he can't come home after acting like I was dead for 3 weeks and want to kiss me.
I can't do that.
