My gaze meets his in the mirror and searches for any sign of him lying. He and I had never exchanged those three little words in all the time we dated, so hearing it from him now is a shock to my nervous system. “You did?” He nods once. “He doesn't know the girl he lost. It'll be the biggest regret of his life.” As he lets me go, I'm finally allowed to pull my shirt back down, but I don't. I take a step closer to the mirror and commit each one to memory. To remind myself that love shouldn’t hurt. I run my fingers over one particularly dark one and wince at the deep ache.
