“You’re not supposed to tell me that you love me after we’ve broken up,” she cried, burying her face in my chest. “You were supposed to say it when we were still together.” “Before, during, after.” I shrugged helplessly. “It still stands.” “I don’t want this, Joey,” she strangled out. “I don’t want to lose you. You’re my best friend.” “And you’re my best friend,” I admitted, torn apart. “Nothing I feel for you has changed, Molloy.”
