When she was tired, her voice was shrill and it sounded as though he was listening through broken earphones.
I’d have done everything. Been anyone. Changed everything. I’d have made myself be perfect. Why’d you have to ask me?
I’ve changed so much since we met that I can’t remember why I fell in love with you.
I’m always going to win this game. I know. Does that bother you? Sometimes. When does it bother you? When it stops being fun. When what stops? The playing. When the playing stops being fun.
If only you could see that you loved me. That this tail-chasing, constant texting, game playing that you like to do with me wasn’t just fun but an actual feeling. A reality. I need you to know that for me this isn’t just a probable potential with some possibility, it’s real and I feel it. […]