It sucks to get your heart broken.
It happened to me a lot. It happened the day Dad was diagnosed and the day he died. It happened when Joey stopped calling. And then it happened over and over again for a year and a half when Dom found me.
He still comes to me sometimes, but he doesn’t break my heart anymore. I have a feeling it’s because there isn’t anything left for him to break.
But I never knew the reverse: what it’s like to break someone else’s heart. It’s what I did, without realizing it, the day I left Bray—the day I left Joey behind. It’s what I’ve done to him every day since I’ve been back.
It isn’t one or the other—fear of getting my heart broken or of breaking his heart—that scares me. It’s the package—the combination of being in a position to get my heart broken again whi
