You and Dina were on and off. You'd break up, then feel bad. Meet up to talk about it, then you'd end up at her place. You'd both wake up the next morning, naked and sore. And act like nothing was wrong. It was a repeating cycle. You loved each other, but you were so scared of hurting her, so you kept leaving. Commitment issues? Maybe. But you wouldn't admit that. What you didn't know was that it was hurting her more than it was when you stayed. She didn't want sex to be the only thing holding you guys together. "Let's meet up for coffee..?" You texted, sighing. "Only for coffee." She responded, as if she was waiting for that inevitable text.