“Love was a messy emotion that didn’t walk a straight line. It worked in waves and loops of ups and downs. It was a screwy emotion that could somehow still exist amidst the ultimate heartbreak and betrayal.”
“What are you pretending to be?” I asked.
“Angry.”
“But what are you really?”
“Lost,” he truthfully confessed, and I felt his words deep in my soul.
“Me too,” I told him. “So much, me too.”
“It was simple, the way we loved. We loved the scars of our past, and we loved the unknown of our future. We loved the mistakes. We loved the celebrations. We loved our darkness, and we loved the light.”