“You don’t love me, Joey.” Eyelids fluttering, she leaned into my touch and sniffled. “You don’t know how to love anyone.” “Maybe I do it badly,” I choked out, as my heart splintered apart. “But I do love you.” “You’re a shithead.” “I know.” “I can’t live like this.” “I know.” “No, I mean it, Joey,” she breathed, jerking away from me with a shiver. “I can’t take another second of it.” With that, she turned on her skyscraper heels and marched back inside the house, tossing the words “It hurts too much” over her shoulder as she went. I knew that I should turn in the opposite direction and walk
...more
