“You can’t keep doing this to me,” he cried hoarsely, battling to capture my hands that were touching him everywhere. “Liz, you’re fucking killing me.” “I’m not trying to,” I sobbed uncontrollably. “I just…I fuck everything up.” “I thought I knew who you were,” he whispered brokenly. “I thought I was what you wanted.” A tear rolled down his cheek. “I was wrong.” “Don’t say that,” I cried, trying to kiss him and feeling devastated when he dodged me. “I do want you. You’re all I want.”
