"That's not it—"
"I'm leaving now."
"I'm gonna kiss you. If you don't want that, tell me now."
I do want that. One last time. One piece of comfort to take with me. I nod a yes. Then his lips are on mine. They're frantic and hungry. I can feel the affection in his kiss.
That's love.
How can he not feel it?
When the kiss breaks, I'm dizzy. I take a step backwards. "I hope you figure out what you want."
For a minute he stares at me. He opens his mouth like he's about to say something. But all he does is nod goodbye.