She looked down at her hands in her lap and began to speak, " I know that he's bad news. I know that I deserve better. I know what you're going to tell me, but I just love him. I don't want to love him and I'm unsure of why I still am infatuated with him , but I just am, and for some reason it doesn't seem like it's going to stop anytime soon." I sighed, " You don't have to stop loving him, but you need to move on. You need to realize what you deserve, not what he thinks you deserve. You have to forget about all the good memories you've had with him, and think about all the times he's betrayed you or made you feel like it was the end of the world. You're worth more than a guy who doesn't treat you right, and it's time to acknowledge that." She whispered to me, " Adam. I can't live without him." I grabbed her face and locked eyes with her. " Don't you ever say that you can't live without him. Air? You can't live without. Food and water? You need it to survive. But one human being you can't live without? That's bull. You were breathing before him, and you'll do the perfectly fine without him."
She started to tear up and began to bring her head down to her hands again. I started the car and drove the 15 minute to her house in silence. We pulled up beside her house, and I turned to her, "Look at me," I snapped. She raised her head immediately and looked me straight in the eye as three tears raced down her face. "You need to stop doing this to yourself, Hannah. It's not good for you, and I won't let you go on like this. There are good guys out there, plenty that would be lucky enough to be with you. Then there's guys who don't respect you or your feelings; the word 'caring' is far beyond their dictionary. He is one of those guys, and you need to stay away from him. You need to stop playing his games, and letting him fool you." She got out of the car and slammed her door, so I jumped out as well. I chased after her, and pulled her shoulder to face me. "What's the goddamn difference?" she screamed. I bent down and looked into her brown eyes. "The difference?" I asked. " I see how people truly are, and you babe? You see them how you wish they would be."
