"I'm not going to ask you to explain whatever the fuck issue is going on in your head because years of counselling is needed to help you with that mess. I will, however, ask you to explain what's in your heart." I rubbed at my chest. "What heart?" "God damn it, Jay!" She stabbed me in the chest with a finger. "I disliked you. I thought she was too good for you. I worried about her. I worried about her heart. But now?" She shook her head. "You're as fucked up about this as she is. Which only means one thing." "What's that?" "That you love her, stupid!"
