I know the perfect things to say. It is my writers brain. I am constantly thinking of the best way to word things and the responses that they will illicit. It’s like a movie constantly speeding through my head.
Me: It hurts because I still love you, because I want to be your girlfriend still.
Him: I… I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it would bother you so much. I will tell them no.
Me: You don’t…
Him: No. You’re right. I was being selfish. I’m sorry.
Him: And Megan, I still want those things too.
The problem is, I’m the only one with the script.