Thanks be to EBT.
Do I still love you?
I don't know how I feel about you, what to think of you anymore.
"I don't know."
My voice is raspy, my throat raw. It hurts to talk.
"But you like me?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Then that's something you have to work out with yourself."
He scoots back closer to me.
"Because I won't take anything less than 100% of you, Angel."
He smiles, and I want to cry again, because I still can't figure out why he's being so good to me.
"And I can't have 100% of you until you're back to being 100% you."
And at that, I can't help but start crying again.