"That's going to be a lot of flights between us," I whispered.
We sat on a mall bench, our gaze fixed on a blank stretch of wall.
"I'll make it work," he told me, his voice soft but certain.
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to believe the words of another human being. But I'm such a coward, it breaks my own heart. I drew in a slow breath, and told him I needed space.