April 24, 2007
He knew nothing of these private sobfests. He was relieved that she wasn’t collapsing to pieces in front of him anymore. It struck him to the heart when she did. He just wanted her to be happy again. Maybe she’s beginning to feel better, he thought. Maybe the worst is over. After three months or so, he asked her if she was “over it” yet. She stared at him. “Over it? Over it?!” she exclaimed. “It’s not a cold! You never get over it! You’re never the same!” She ran from the room, leaving him stunned, staring after her. Never?