“Is this how you felt when you couldn’t have Rory?” Slowly he nods, eyes on his wife. “It was fucking torture. Knowing that the person you feel the most connected to, the person you know deep down in your soul you’re supposed to be with is with someone else and there is nothing you can do about it. It’s like living in hell every damn day of your life with a three-hundred-pound man sitting on your chest making it impossible to breathe when they’re around.” Yep. He gets me.
