“Do you hate me?”
I thought before answering.
“No.”
He seemed taken aback.
“Sometimes I wish I did.”
“Why?”
“It would be simpler.”
“Do you love me?”
His next question required more time.
“I loved you.”
His jaw tightened.
“Past tense.”
“Yes.”
“I guess I deserve that.”
“This isn’t about deserving.”
“Isn’t it?”
“No.”
I closed my hands around the warm coffee cup.
“It’s about consequence.”
“You were unhappy. You were attracted to Jasmine. You made choices. Maybe you were confused. Maybe you were under pressure. Maybe you convinced yourself
