“It’s just so fucking hard to believe.” “What is?” “That the same man who uttered those achingly beautiful words could be the same man who gave me a Valentine’s Day card with ‘love ya, Danny’ scrawled on the bottom.” “I drew an arrow to the line that read ‘you’re my heart,’ didn’t I?” he demanded. “That you did,” I said, amused. “If I could say it better than Hallmark, I wouldn’t have spent almost five bucks on a card.”
