I'm trying to cauterize the wound so I don't bleed all over you.
It was our tenth date. He said it just after he played me the Jeff Buckley version of Hallelujah on the guitar. I was his date to his big art opening. He called me his girlfriend. But still, I felt him hold back. Not quite give in to the feelings. His ex-wife remarried, he was still trying to move on. Wounded. Inching forward slowly.
A few weeks later he was successful. His emotional bled all over our connection. Drowning it. The wound still gaping, we were over.