I’m losing my f*****g mind.
That’s the only explanation for this gaping hole in my chest, this constant, gnawing ache that feels less like the severed mating bond and more like… me.
Just me, raw and exposed.
The terrifying truth is starting to sink in, slow and agonizing. I don’t need the ghost of a connection to feel for Tamsin anymore.
Somewhere along the way, despite the distance, despite my own stupidity, I developed feelings for her. Real, honest-to-goodness feelings.
And that scares the s**t out of me.
I guess the habit of my stalking, the habit of my endless thinking about her, the habit of my endless regrets...well, I guess doing all that created an album of her in my heart.
Now I'm thinking... that stupid curse...was it worth rejecting that girl for? Now she's in the a
