12~ It's All About Camila.

"Are you in a relationship?"

Is he supposed to ask me that? I mean, on our first dinner?

"Yes, I am." I said sharply. "What about you?" I asked back. I love being so inquisitive about stuff like this.

"Mine is complicated." He said.

My brain got so busy interpreting what those words meant. Complicated… Does it mean he had a heart break? Or could it be that it didn't work out the way he had hoped for? Or…

"I lost her, years ago to my younger brother."

I don't know why, but I think I just felt my heart pound against my chest. Well, that hurts.

"I'm sorry." I said, sympathetically.

"You don't have to. Maybe I ain't so good for her, maybe I wasn't able to be the man she hoped for." He sipped on his wine, not wanting to continue the topic.

"It's not too late, you know." I said immediately, causing him to look at me. "It's not too late to find a new love, some one who will understand you the way you are."

"I know, but it's difficult to find that kind of person."

"Sure, it is, but as long a