“So…what? You bought this to teach me a lesson? To rub it in my face?” “I don’t know why I bought it. I wanted to get you something and so I did.” “Why? You’re the one who called shit off, remember?” “Because I fucking can’t stop thinking about you, okay? Every day, all day, every goddamn night. And I wanted to do something. Instead of just sitting around being miserable. But it was obviously a mistake. Our favorite word.” I turned to go. “Toss the book in the trash for all I care.”
