“Hmm,” Phoenix said. “How do you feel about him?”
Talk about a question that can have its answer change by the day. Maybe even the hour, depending on the most recent thing that he’s said.
“I love him,” I said, and when I said it, it felt genuine.I just don’t know how to show that love or how to have him show it. Maybe him telling me to come home...“We have our disagreements a lot of times, and I don’t think our relationship is as strong as it could be. But who’s perfect, right? Doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate him.”
Instead of making Phoenix feel better, though, the words just seemed to confuse him further. I had no idea what it was—I’d seen his father maybe once at Brewskis, and even then, it was with a group; his father had never spoken to me. But it was something that had affected him.
“Look, that’s... that’s not important right now,” he said. “Here’s what is important. I want a second chance with you. I don’t want this, you and me talking like this, to be it. I want a real date.”
He took a deep breath.
“What do you say? You want to give this another shot?”
