"Oh." It's all that I can really say, brows furrowing as I think about all that he's said. My shoulders draw up again, tensing even under his hands. "I was going to sign with Providence. It was-- closer."

Maybe he's right. Maybe we never would have gotten our shit together. He certainly doesn't seem to think so. I let out a breath and rest my cheek on the pillow, but I can't really let that be the end of it. "I can love more than one thing."

It just seems important that I make that clear. I want him to know that.