She nods but still has that tortured look on her face. I want to shake her, to shout, to demand that she tell me why she rejected me and still wants to keep me hanging around. I hate to think of Harper as selfish. But we don’t always know ourselves all that well, and I’m beginning to wonder if I’m a crutch for her. She doesn’t want me, but she doesn’t want to let me go either. Does she think I can just keep existing in this limbo where I love her but she doesn’t love me back?
