[ Knowing he would have to share this at some point doesn't make it any easier to admit or dredge back up. ]

Nance, she. She, uh, said we were bullshit. That I was bullshit, actually. It really hurt. She was right, but it still gutted me. Turns out that for all my dating I'm shitty with people long-term.

I don't want to be a bullshit boyfriend to you too. That's all.