[ Maybe there had been a point when Jonathan really did believe he would follow Nancy wherever she went. He likes to believe he hadn't been fooling her and himself all this time. But it's impossible to tell now, the past feeling impossibly cloudy, while the future doesn't look all that much better.
He sighs and rubs his hands across his face, but finds that the sadness he thought would come from this confrontation is not there. Almost as if he's been grieving this relationship well before Nancy was even aware she should be doing the same. ]
I know. I don't know what happened. I guess I thought-- [ He stops himself, grimaces, and then lets out another deep sigh. ] I don't know what I thought.
[ He winces when she comments when the relationship should have ended. He can't even argue with her. It's true, he should have brought this up months ago. Why was he so scared to tell her the truth?
Nancy deserves better than this -- better than Jonathan. ]
he simply does not know what to do
He sighs and rubs his hands across his face, but finds that the sadness he thought would come from this confrontation is not there. Almost as if he's been grieving this relationship well before Nancy was even aware she should be doing the same. ]
I know. I don't know what happened. I guess I thought-- [ He stops himself, grimaces, and then lets out another deep sigh. ] I don't know what I thought.
[ He winces when she comments when the relationship should have ended. He can't even argue with her. It's true, he should have brought this up months ago. Why was he so scared to tell her the truth?
Nancy deserves better than this -- better than Jonathan. ]
Yeah, guess we should have.