“She wasn’t me. How could you not see that? Now she’s everywhere. She’s in my house, my job, my bed, and I don’t want to wear my clothes anymore, and I don’t want to live in my apartment, and I don’t want to be with you. She’s taken everything.”
And I still can’t watch this without feeling her pain…
Daw Liv. Don’t you cry. I come over and we hug, and I hold your hand. I’ll kiss your ears too, yes.