“Feel less.” I breathed out. “Don’t allow others to drive your emotions in such a way. Shut it off.” “Shut off my feelings?” I nodded. “I can’t,” she argued, still crying. Her hands fell over her heart, and she shook her head back and forth. “This is who I am. I am the girl who feels everything.” I could tell that was true. She was the girl who felt everything, and I was the man who felt nothing at all.
