There is so much history in the way he looks at her. In the way he says her name. When they are together, there is a current that runs between them; like an electric charge on the verge of erupting into a perfect storm. “I don’t love her anymore,” he says. And it is in the way he says the word ‘her’ – that tells me otherwise.

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