I don't want to. Not after what happened the last time, and not with the knowledge I have now. Not with what I have to do...
Stupid heart. It never has listened to logic.
This is number three. The husband I left on a Greyhound bus. The lover I left in the desert.
Joseph is the third man I have loved. And as soon as I realized I loved him, I began wondering how I was going to leave him.