I needed someone to talk to; I needed someone to help me understand how I was feeling. I was not going to buy the idea of me waiting up until Alex returned to town because at that moment my head was almost exploding, and I could not control it anymore.
When I walked into that living room, I did not know exactly what I was supposed to do, and seeing that he walked in with me made me feel a little bit tense.
"You said you want someone to talk to, and I cannot provide that person right now. It's only right that I am here for you to talk to me, and I'll try to help you in all the possible ways that I can," he said to me, and for some seconds I almost believed him as I stared at him in silence.
I could not tell why, but I was fighting the urge to open up to him because I felt as if I could talk to him even though I knew that it was not supposed to be what I should be doing.
