ned. She made my coffee, just the way I like it. She even tr

, can w

involuntary reaction. My body was

e, pleading look was gone, r

ng with you?"

k. I felt nothing. The part of me that w

tired,

g cold and distant! I try to be nice, I tr

thick I could h

I asked, my voice dangerously qu

re always so... intense! It' s too muc

The truth, fin

sn' t demand anything. He doesn' t look at me with those sad, needy ey

no longer willing to play my part in her charade. She took the vase of roses I had bought her a week ago-a desperate, fooli

screamed. "I hate ho

he hated what my love did to her. She hated that it exposed the truth s

ght, sh

g room when I heard her on the

t me? I can' t st

our apartment building and straight into Mark' s arms. He held her, stroking her hair as she cried on his shou

had

ours. Around midnight, my phone buzzed. It w

s a v

ide a car. Sophia was in the passenger seat, her face illuminate

k' s voice said from off-camera.

' s a physical thing. When he says he loves me... it' s like my whol

usts you?"

feel that way. He' s a good person. But I can' t control

e looked toward the dri

ideo

e on the couch as

sg

h I had been running from for three years. She wasn' t just uncom

placed by a deep, chilling cold. It was the co

as just a man forcing his affections on a woman who was physi

idn't feel anger or sadness anymore. I ju

as o

go

out from the closet