Bruises Heal, My Heart Doesn't
"He hits you!"
"He loves me!" I yell confidently back at Jordan.
"If that's love… I'd love to see what you call hate."
His blue-gray eyes pierce mine, the anger behind them almost making me want to run away like a frightened puppy. But I stand my ground.
"This is what I call hate. You!" I spit. "You hate me."
He gives a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. "Actually, Sage… You've got it all backward. I love you."
"He loves me!" I yell confidently back at Jordan.
"If that's love… I'd love to see what you call hate."
His blue-gray eyes pierce mine, the anger behind them almost making me want to run away like a frightened puppy. But I stand my ground.
"This is what I call hate. You!" I spit. "You hate me."
He gives a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his shaggy brown hair. "Actually, Sage… You've got it all backward. I love you."