We had breakfast in our hotel room, which overlooked the bay. It was very romantic, and as I looked at Hank I knew we had something special. We shared a connection that was just so perfect—almost too perfect. It kind of freaked me out. Things were going well, but my guard was definitely up. What if he went back to Philadelphia and forgot all about me? I had never been in a long-distance relationship before, and I was very nervous and afraid of getting hurt. But our relationship was built on hours and hours of conversation, so the one thing I wasn’t afraid of was telling Hank how I felt. “What’s going to happen to us?” I asked over breakfast. “What do you want to happen?” he replied. Don’t you hate when a guy answers a question with another question? “You never know unless you try,” he said eventually. I wanted to try. The truth was, we both had the same fears, but we both knew we wanted to do whatever it took to give a relationship our best shot. No matter how it worked out down the road, I knew I wasn’t ready for our time together to end.
