CHRISTINE
Grady’s face is flushed as he remembers the truth. I didn’t need to remind him. I’m sure he can remember everything himself. “I’m sorry,” he says again.
“You broke my heart, Grady. And as much as you shattered it, I’ve never loved someone as much as I’ve loved you. I’ve never had a relationship until now.”
“I have to assume he’s better than me then,” Grady says disappointedly.
I shake my head. Not necessarily. But time waits for no one and time heals wounds. So, as well as I have been able to heal, I decided to move on.”
Our dinner arrives and we begin to eat. We continue speaking between mouthfuls.
“Then why are you with me. Right here, right now?” Grady asks.
“I think when we met each other the other day, we both realized that we want a second chance. Am I right?”
“I guess,” Grady says.
I stop eating. “You guess? Is that all you have to say? What is it you want then?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Grady says apologetically.