I nod, turning onto my side and hugging a pillow to me as I try to gather the courage to ask you what you're thinking. "Okay... so where do we start?"

My stomach flips at your words as I try to understand what you're asking. "I... I don't know," I admit hesitantly. "It would depend on who that person was, and how they made me feel..." My voice trails off, unable to finish the thought. The idea of sharing you with someone else is still so foreign and unsettling to me, but at the same time... maybe if it meant that everyone could be happy in the end...