"There's a lot of shit going on in her life. And she lives on the other side of the fucking ocean. It's not that simple." He finally blinks. And then blinks a few more times. He's studying me. "Nothing worth fighting for ever is, dude. You love her, I know you do." I nod. "I do. She was the one." "Is," he says. "Is what?" I ask. "She is the one," he clarifies. "Don't try to logic this one out, dude. You're overthinking. Stop it, it's annoying."
