He had every right to not say goodbye. And to not call. And he might detest me now, fair and square. But that didn’t change the fact that I was in love with him. The way I was missing him. The way I couldn’t stop longing for him. The way my thoughts, and my heart, and my entire body were completely capsized by everything that had just happened … there was no other explanation. Based on misery alone, it just had to be love.
