The day came and went, peacefully, but that night, again, he whispered that he did not love me anymore and worse, that he loved someone else. I pinched myself. Literally, I pinched myself, and I dug my nails into my wrist as hard as I could, and I held my eyes open so wide, so long, that I began to feel pain. And still, not trusting that I was awake, I asked him, “Is this a dream?”
