“Do you love him?” “Yes.” “Do you love him enough to hurt a lot of people who don’t deserve to be hurt?” “How do you expect me to answer that?” “It’s a tough question, but you do need to answer it. Not now, but over the next hours and days. I’m not going to tell you that in ten years you’ll look back and wonder what the hell you were thinking, because I remember being twenty-one and thinking that my personality was a solid thing, that me was set in stone, that I would always feel what I felt and believe what I believed. But now I know that me is fluid and shape-changing.
