And I don’t expect you to believe this, or even care, given that we’ve broken up, but I needed to tell someone, and frankly, you’re all I have.” The accuracy of this statement brings me crashing to a halt. Will is all I have. My ex-boyfriend of not quite four months is all I have. And this is exactly why you shouldn’t chase people down in the street without a script: you end up realizing devastating shit like that.
