You own me. You control me. I belong to you. You think I don’t want to be a better man? You think that I don’t want to dedicate myself to my marriage? You don’t think I want to be honorable to be the man you voted for?
I love you. I’m in love with you. You’re the love of my life. My every feeling is controlled by the look on your face. I can’t breathe without you. I can’t sleep without you. I wait for you. I watch for you. I exist for you.
If I can escape all of this and run away with you, there’s no Sally or Thomas here. You’re nobody’s victim, Liv. I belong to you. We’re in this together.
Starting all over again is not that bad. For when you restart, you get another chance to make things right.
I must be crazy.
My friends will call me crazy. I’d be an example on a self-help book that identifies someone as crazy. People who are thinking straight will call me crazy.
Last Thursday, I received a message from him telling me that he wants to get back…