Crash
Kelly stares at me and I don't need to have years of history with her to see she's serious. Deadly serious. We're finally getting to the bottom of this whole mess that is us, and I realize the ground isn't where I thought it was.
We've always swung wild around each other--high passion, high anger, high pain. I always thought our problems were that we cared too much. Felt too much. I'd freak out. She'd get scared. We hurt each other without meaning to just because we cared so much.
I thought that's what had made things so messy for us.
But this… I see it now. I see what she's looking for. What she needs. And it all clicks into place. " You think I don't really love you," I breathe. Fuck. Fuck. How can she even consider that after all this?
