Teach Me How to Love You
I sat there staring at it, because I knew the second I wrote a number down, the clock would officially start ticking.
I counted on my fingers. Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight.
Five years felt fair.
If nothing had changed by then, if the terms were still exactly the same, I would pack up and start a new life.
I typed the date. February fourteenth, five years from now.
Valentine's Day. I picked it on purpose. If I was going to give up on being loved, it might as well be on the one day made for it.
I saved the file and closed my laptop.
Just as I turned to stand, Alan was standing right behind me.
"What happens on that date?”