twelve

Things aren't always what they look like. No, his feelings weren't immature and he was aware of that. No, he didn't love her any less than Nathan but what stopped him from going on was her. She was obviously dumb to not notice what she herself because he saw it the day she let Nathan inside her apartment but not him. He saw the way she felt so comfortable around him whenever they came by the shop. He knew she would too know it soon enough if not now and it would be even more hurtful to let her go after. If Nathan was Picasso he was Leonardo too.

After all, one broken heart is better than three even if it was himself.