That’s a good man who will buy a cup of coffee for the girl whom he believes is about to break up with him.
I didn’t intend to break any hearts in this season of my life. I did not. But sometimes I just know that I know I can’t continue down this path without breaking … something.
The worst is when I don’t want it to end, when I really like him, when conversation is endless, chemistry is palpable, when I really wanted it to work, to be great.
(Great is the word I use when I can’t think of the better word that means amazing.)
He waited for me at a table just inside the door. There, with my drink, waiting for me.
He took both of my hands and said, “Hey, you know what? It’s okay. I know why you’re here, why you asked for coffee today. This isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve said goodbye to a great girl more than once. I will forever think you are amazing, I will speak well of you, and if you ever need a friendly companion to join you for an evening, I will be honored. But this, today? It’s okay. Really.”
I had written a few sentences in my mind on the drive to Starbucks, but they were nothing I was excited about or wanted to hear myself say.
And he, knowing that my emotional energy is a premium commodity, did all the talking for me, in a graceful, gracious, blue-eyed way.
“Hey, you. I know what you need to say, and I know you don’t want to. So let’s not make you. I can do it. And it’s okay.”