“That’s hardly the reason to tie my life to someone else’s. Getting married has to be about more than easy benefits and a better paycheck. It means something more to me.”

“Good point.” At least we were on the same page when it came to the casual marriages around us. “So did you stop dating when you enlisted?”

“No. I never truly started. I always knew I was going into the Army, so there wasn’t a point. Why even consider it until I’m out? What about you? Why are you so against it?”

I picked at the weeds by my legs. The way he said Why even consider it pressed against my stomach. No matter how consuming my thoughts of Kael had become, it was obvious that he was temporary in my life: getting out of the Army, and probably leaving soon to go back to his hometown, no roots to keep him here. Everything I knew about him confirmed that I likely wouldn’t see him again.

“It’s not that I’m against dating. I just haven’t met anyone whose company I like more than my own.”

Kael smiled, his fingers toying with the sticker on the orange in his hands. I reached for a dandelion. I didn’t want to blow it yet.

“I don’t mean it in a narcissistic way, but in an I-don’t-want-to-share-my-playlists-and-Netflix-account-with-just-anyone way.”

“The ultimate commitment,” he teased.

“It really is.” I was laughing, but I meant what I said.

I didn’t want to bend who I was, or what I listened to, or what I liked to watch, for someone else. It wasn’t a fear of commitment, it was about compromising who I was and what I believed. I saw firsthand what making those compromises did to people and knew I would never, ever allow that to happen, no matter how I felt about the person. The most any ex had changed about me was Brien’s encouraging me to read self-help books. Some made sense, and others were filled with toxic positivity that made me feel like shit about myself and where I was in life. I’m still on the fence about pop-psych, but I hope one day I might find the right book.

We both were quiet, roaming around the insides of our own heads. At the moment, mine looked like a vandalized art gallery, and I wondered what Kael was seeing in his.

“Is it the loss of control you’re worried about?” Kael asked.

Whoa. Is he calling me out?

My reaction caused him to raise his hands in defense and continue in a lower voice. “I’m asking because if you found the right person, they wouldn’t change you. They would have a part in making you into a better person, right? Isn’t that what love is?”