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" At 1:15, I got the text from Lolo.  &amp;quot;B fed. Matt gone. Get ovah here!&amp;quot;  I had a moment of panic. I had spent most of the morning trying to figure out what I was going to say, and I had a speech all prepared that went something like this:  Brandon, look. I love you, and would never do anything to hurt you. And while I may have been insensitive to your feelings concerning Sebastian, I honestly didn&amp;#039;t think he had any ulterior motives. I just thought I was making a new friend. The second it became clear that Sebastian was looking for more than friendship, I told him to leave. I didn&amp;#039;t even entertain the notion of doing anything with him.  I rehearsed it in my head on the walk over with a feeling of d\u00E9j vu -- there was nothing in there I hadn&amp;#039;t said to Brandon the night he got home. I couldn&amp;#039;t think of any new angles, though -- all I had was the truth.  When I got there, Lolo was gone and Brandon looked unhappy and defeated. He opened the door for me, and then walked to the couch without making eye contact or saying anything to me. I walked in and stood behind the couch, trying to figure out how to start.  &amp;quot;This is insane!&amp;quot; I blurted out, forgetting all of my eloquent arguments. &amp;quot;Why won&amp;#039;t you talk to me and work this out?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;K., I just need time, regardless of what Lolo thinks.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Look at me,&amp;quot; I demanded, moving to the front of the couch. &amp;quot;Look. At. Me.&amp;quot;  And he did. He looked tired and sad.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry, but you&amp;#039;ve had enough time. This is a relationship, not a job. You don&amp;#039;t get a vacation. We need to work this out.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know if we can,&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;What do you mean? I didn&amp;#039;t do anything wrong! You KNOW I didn&amp;#039;t. I have never given you one single reason not to trust me.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;We haven&amp;#039;t even been together that long, and we&amp;#039;ve already had two issues with you and other guys,&amp;quot; he said. I started at him, trying to figure out what on earth he was talking about. &amp;quot;That neighbor of yours that you dated?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Which we&amp;#039;ve already talked about at length, and worked out,&amp;quot; I pointed out.  &amp;quot;I just don&amp;#039;t know how to be sure that I can trust you,&amp;quot; he said.  &amp;quot;Trust is a choice,&amp;quot; I said, sitting on the couch next to him. &amp;quot;And no one person can ever be sure about what another person is going to do. But I&amp;#039;M sure -- I know that I would never, ever cheat on you. I am 100 percent committed to this relationship.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know how to trust you,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I did, but now I don&amp;#039;t.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know what else to say to you, then,&amp;quot; I said, with tears in my eyes. &amp;quot;Everything I&amp;#039;ve told you is the truth. So I guess take your time, and call me when you figure it out.&amp;quot;  He nodded, but didn&amp;#039;t look up. I walked out with tears streaming down my face, trying not to sob until I got to the hallway. I pulled myself together and walked down to the street to start my walk home, and texted Lolo on my way.  &amp;quot;That was a total bust. Got any other ideas?&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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