The Warmth of the Wounded

She understood that in the end, they could never be together. They couldn't... They couldn't... She was simply addicted to the warmth of his palm... addicted to the feeling of his arms around her... She really liked him. But what about him...? She didn't know. She had never been able to figure him out... Ye, you have to believe me. I really did like you once, perhaps even more deeply than that. It's just that now, I truly can't love you anymore. I'm so tired, and it hurts so much. She didn't want to add another wound to her already battered heart...