He told me he was scared.
I asked him “of what?”
He opened up to me and said, “That this will go too fast. That it won’t work out. That I will love too much and it will end.”
I listened and thought for a moment and finally said, “If we break up, we break up. It will have been fun while it lasted.”
He looked at me, distressed, concerned, confused.
I clarified, “I don’t approach things terrified they will end. I enjoy them while they are here.”
He calmed. He smiled. We kissed.
But as it turns out, it went too fast, it didn’t work out, and neither of us loved enough.