“But, I’m sorry. I love you.”
She had heard this before, and even then, she had trouble believing it. I guess this is why. ”You love me?” she thought to herself, as she was preparing her response. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have gone there in the first place. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have let me find out this way. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have betrayed my trust. If you loved me, you would have shown it. ”People don’t hurt the ones they love,” she whispered to herself. She should’ve known better than to fall for him. As she looked into his eyes, she noticed a vacancy that took her by surprise. These eyes used to be home to her, they used to make her feel safe. But now they were empty, and she had no desire to look at them again.
“I love you,” he muttered, thinking she didn’t hear, and becoming even more uncomfortable.
She was ready.
“No, you don’t.”
And that was that. She knew better now than to waste her time on him. She would wait for someone who’s actions reflected his words. She would wait for the real thing.