Everyone's jaw clutters to the floor in shock, save for Samantha and myself. I'm fighting the laughter that is bubbling in my throat. I have no idea why I find this so funny, so ironical.
One of the excuses that Harry gave me last night was that he has a rock for a heart; that he is incapable of loving anyone.
Melisa just proved him wrong.
He loves her. He treats her like a gem. Can he do that when he doesn't have a heart?
I know that he does have a heart. It's just that he doesn't love me. If he felt the same senseless love I felt for him, he'd never have said things to hurt me last night.
It's that simple. If he can love Sam and Melisa so much, he has the capacity to love me or any other girl. He simply chooses not to.
Tears are welling up in my eyes again. There's no way I'm let
