Two days later, I invited him to dinner.
He slowly brought his face close to mine.
She started ignoring me, hiding things from me.
This is why I’m the worst man alive.
Maybe she felt insecure when she was around me.
I told him to take me to his mother.
And I am strong enough to handle this pain.
I started dreaming about my life with him.
I was scared to discuss my relationship with my parents.
I don’t know if I’m right to complain today.