Does he really love me? The question continues to swirl in my head. I sometimes find myself staring at nothing for hours, pondering it. Good thing I’m not working. I can only imagine how embarrassing it would be to get caught wondering if my soon-to-be-ex-husband was in love with me. He’s sent another bouquet. White asters. I look up the meaning in the Korean flower language reference book. Have faith in me.
Bro, I am fucking BAWLING. This book started out so shitty and slow and now this!
