““God! Molly, will you just stop and listen to me?" he begged, trying to wrap himself around me again. I pushed him away. "What could you possibly say that I'd want to hear?" I demanded, slapping his lying arms away. "I love you," he pleaded. And it broke my heart into a thousand tiny pieces. Because it was only now, when I knew that I could never stand to be near him again, that he was telling me what I'd always wanted to hear.””
