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Maybe this revelation about Johnny's past should have left me feeling more guarded, but if anything, I found myself trusting him more now than ever.
I was floored that he was able to speak so openly to me about something so difficult to talk about—and I knew, with full confidence, that the Johnny I had come to know and love would never hurt anyone. He is one of the most genuine people I have ever met.
After talking with Johnny, everything Austin had said in moments of anger about him began to make a lot more sense. He's going to hurt you. You don't know anything about him.
Hell, I wondered if Dylan even questioned Johnny's innocence in what happened with his ex—I knew the two of them went way back. I remembered his words... be careful.
I mean, how fucking awful would that be? For your own friends and family to lose their faith in you; to feel like the people you loved most just didn't... understand you? I felt horribly for Johnny that he had been made to endure any level of that pain. How could anyone ever distrust him?
After I confided in him that I was in love with him that afternoon, I could still sense the guilt and shame that emanated from him following that fleeting flash of happiness, and it broke my heart. I wished more than anything I could take away his pain. We spent the remainder of the day together, but after that conversation, the mood had shifted, and physically, he kept his distance from me.
