“It’s complicated,” I answer. “Really complicated.” “It must be if it made you leave him after the way I saw you two look at each other,” she says. I smile sadly. “I still look at him that way. I think I always will.” “Have you tried telling him that?” Yeah, right. “That would require him letting me tell him anything at all. He doesn’t want me here, and I don’t hold that against him. I know I hurt him.”
