go, now

I’m in love with her, he said.
Are you sure? she asked.
He didn’t hesitate. Yes, he answered.
How long have you been seeing her? she asked.
Two months, three. Maybe four.
I knew there was something.
I’m sorry, he said, I never meant to hurt you.
She smiled, sadly. It’s what everyone always says. What matters, the intention? What’s done is done.
I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, he said.
I’m sure you will, she answered, then said, I have only one question.
Yes?
When you were with her, did you ever think of me? Once?
No, he said.
She nodded, almost imperceptibly, then said, I think you should go, now.