“Ok…” My voice trails and my face starts to feel hot. As hot as it was the night we had our first kiss. I feel like I am taking the forever walk of shame as I make my way to the couch. Thoughts run through my head as he sits right next to me and takes my hand.

“I love you, but I..” he stops himself then he sighs, “I can’t do this anymore.”

I look at him and there was a silence then he says the ever popular, “Its not you, it’s me.”

“It hurts me ask much as it hurts me to do this, but I would rather be truthful then be in a relationship that is a lie.”

My face turns redder and my eyes narrow. Jerking my hand away from his, I stand. He stands too.

My eyes once again look into his. He looks down.