The Last Three Months of My Life
He looked dead serious, like he was making some sacred vow.
I couldn't help laughing.
"How much is your love worth?"
I brushed his hand away and lazily stroked Blackie.
"If you'd said that in year one, I would've lost my mind from happiness.
"In year three, I still would've run back to you with every stupid feeling I'd been holding in.
"Even in year five, I probably would've loved you like an idiot.
"But Johan... this is year seven."
I watched the color drain from his face. "For seven years, I stayed by your side. I measured every word, handled everything myself, and gave you every ounce of love I had. Now I'm tired. Your love means nothing to me anymore."