I could feel how nervous he was, standing next to me, trying to figure out why I refused to talk to him. He took a deep breath, almost like he was trying not to cry, and started talking.
“You still like me, right?” he asked.
“Do you still love me?”
I stared at the wall, afraid to make eye contact. “Yes.”
His voice broke as he asked, “Promise?”
No. “Of course.”