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“I don’t know what you want from me, Penny. Do you want me to say that I hate that you don’t remember me? That you don’t remember us?” He walked over toward me. “That I feel like I’m living in a daze? That I don’t understand how you could possibly run away from what we have? That it felt like I died last night when I couldn’t find you?” He stopped a few inches in front of me. “What? Is that what you want? Then fine. I’m furious with you. But I can’t hate you because I love you too f*****g much.” He looked up at the ceiling like he didn’t want me to see his expression. When he titled his face back toward me, his eyes were closed. “It hurts to look at you when you don’t look at me the way you used to.” With love. I looked at him like a stranger would. Because that’s what I was. A passerby i
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