Am i ?

He is quiet. Then -

“Do you think we ever had a chance?” he asks suddenly. I laugh at this idea, because the odds have been stacked against us from day one. He smiles slightly too, but I can tell he wants a real answer.

“I guess,” I say. I pull at the threads of my sweater. “But I guess not, really.”

He is confused.

“I think to have a chance, you have to love each other,” I say. “And I don’t think we did. Not enough.”