“Don’t you get it? I can’t take your calls without hurting, Mac,” I whine, sniffing loudly and swiping at the tears on my face. “I’m sorry…but am I supposed to sacrifice my own happiness for yours?” “So talking to me hurts you,” he says it like a statement. “Yes,” I whisper back. “Why?” “Because I’m in love with you, you cow!” I shriek, my voice breaking at the end with that honest admission that I never planned to say today. I don’t think I ever planned to say it because it’s obvious he doesn’t feel the same way, so why admit something that only makes you look more pathetic?
