I flat out refuse to come out of my room for the rest of the night, because I figure if he doesn’t want to bother with me, why should I bother with him. Not to mention, he dares to say that I need to think about things. He is the one who must decide whether he really wants me or not. If he does, he can’t expect me to share him, because it goes against everything that I believe in.

When I start to work myself up, I murmur under my breath so softly that I don’t think anyone else can hear me say, “If all he was going to...