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Instantly ashamed. His shoulders slumped. “Oh God,” he muttered. “No. No. Oh no.” Against my feminine intuition, we tried to continue dating. This is the part I judge myself for, just as much as for snooping. You can probably guess what happened: tears, apologies, explanations, clarifications, hours and hours of talk. He reiterated that he did care about me. That it was relationship anxiety. That he had been confused, scared, and trying to sort it out. That he was attracted to me. That he did