It’s like you, the love of my life, are standing in front of me with your sweet and sympathetic eyes as if nothing is wrong and then you pull the trigger. So unexpected that I sit there, staring at my wound, misunderstanding the events that have just occurred. “Why am I bleeding? How did this come to be? Did you really just say we—? “Oh. I see.” My eyes rest on your mouth, the weapon that has fired against my heart.
