PETE
It's been a day since I met Amy at the ice-cream parlor, and she hadn't bothered to call me or see if I was doing alright. It was slowly dawning on me that she probably might have given up on us, but I didn't want that. I wanted her to stay with me.
Why does it feel like I'm obsessed?
I'm a master of control. After all, I was a therapist. I had spent years mastering control and that was why I was f*****g good at my job, though I have my downsides, but Amy had found that carefully restrained part of me and had unraveled me. Amy wasn't supposed to happen to me, and before all this, I didn't care about anyone or know what it feels like to have someone in mind. My only concern was family and work. Things were getting out of control and I had nothing to hold on to.
I wanted her in wa
