“I suppose you do love me, in your way,” I said to him one night close to dawn when we lay on the narrow bed. “And how else should I love you, in your way?” he asked. I am still thinking about that.
Mfs will read the most of heartbreaking shit ever but still go about their day as if nothing is wrong. I’m mfs.
Sorry I’m six hours late I told myself I’d only read one more chapter but I ended up finishing the whole book.