Unexpected Turn

This past week has been challenging. Tyler and I are trying to move back to before me, telling him I am in love with him, and he telling me that he loves me.

I can't keep wondering whom we are really fooling, ourselves or each other. It seems that this moving backward comes easier to him. There are days that I really get angry at Clara; she is the reason he has become this way.

I have been here for three months now, I have settled very well, and I have made a few close friends. I believe I have found my new home, but on days like these, though, the days that I miss Tyler, I can't help think that maybe I should just move back home. I don't think there will be a future between Tyler and me, not the future I really want.

Standing in the shower, I can hear Tyler burst through the front door. With rather an urgency, he calls after me, "Jenna."

"Yes?"

"Where are you?"

"In the shower."

"Can I come to scrub your back?"

"You can come to