He shrugged. “I guess I want to know if this guy is one of those fantasies you told me about. I want to know if you know him well enough to have such strong feelings for him.”
“I don’t know how to answer that.” I felt cornered. If I said he was a fantasy, then my behavior would look foolish, but if I said I knew him well, then I would also have to admit that I knew he had no feelings for me. And I just didn’t want to go there.
“It’s pretty simple, Annie. Do you know him, I mean, really know him? Does he really know you? Does he like you?”
I looked at Jeremy. Why was he being so insistent?
“Jeremy, please don’t make me do this,” I said quietly, looking down.
He became very tender. “Make you do what, Annie?”
“What does it matter if he’s real or not? If I know him or not?”
“Because I don’t want to see you hurt.” He was genuinely concerned. I could see it in his expression.
“Well, thank you for your concern, but when you look at the situation, I think it’s inevitable,” I said, tears stinging in my eyes. I looked away to hide them.
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“And what am I supposed to do, Jeremy? You don’t know what it’s like to be falling for someone and they hardly know you exist.”
He leaned back in his chair shaking his head in disbelief. “Annie, you’d be surprised,” he muttered under his breath.
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