The people sitting in the restaurant next to us kept giving me the shit eye. It made an already uncomfortable situation worse but that was the least of my concerns. Angela sat across from me, tears dripping down her cheeks, struggling to keep it together. After two months of seeing one another she came to terms with the fact that we had no future together.
It wasn’t that she was lacking the qualities I look for. In fact she had many of the qualities that make my heart skip a beat. But the truth is I’m not ready for anything serious.
As I walked her to the train I couldn’t help but feel like an asshole. I never meant to hurt her and warned her from the start that I was not ready for anything serious. We kissed and promised to remain friends.