I love you so much it fucking hurts, Em. How could even those signs look, somehow, like a door about to slam in my face? You’ve taken that ugly black heart of mine and brought it back to life, and I’m not sure it can even beat without you anymore. But I can’t have half of you. I can’t let you go every single time someone so much as looks at us with an unkind eye. And I definitely – that sign was a wide swing – am not going to listen to you telling the world we’ve broken up for whatever ungodly reason you come up with, true or not.
