You read the text after your Saturday morning run through Prospect Park.
“We need to talk.”
No context, no explanation. Just those four words. It could mean only one thing…
Understandably, you freak the hell out.
You immediately call him, asking for some clarification. He refuses to say anything unless it’s in person. You drop your brunch plans with your roommate and demand to see him as soon as possible. He agrees to meet at Union Square in one hour.
After a quick shower, you hop onto to the G train. You run through a dozen possible scenarios in your head as you are sandwiched between a tall teenage boy playing Angry Birds Star Wars on his iPad and a thick Dominican man shouting in Spanish to the woman sitting right next to him.
Will he break it to you nicely? Will he say it straight up? How will he…
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