So what was going to be different about Wyatt if he and I tried for something after this week? Nothing. Nothing would be different. We’d end up like everyone else, with him eventually worn thin by how me I was. I’d be such an unimaginable disappointment to him in the end, and he’d wonder why on Earth he didn’t see, from the very beginning, how we would end so pathetically. He’d remember that, when we began, I was a useless wreck falling on him in the back row of an airplane on my failed honeymoon.
