My family might be shit at love, but I know what love’s not when I see it. At least I do now. I feel like a bit of a dickhead thinking back on all the times I’ve thrown myself at Amy over the years. I’m not too hard on myself, though, because I think there’s probably a lot of people in the world who’ve felt like a bit of a dickhead because they’ve thrown themselves at a person they love who doesn’t love them back. So, statistically speaking, I’m average, and I can live with that.
