So here is the question, Bergen… am I full of shit? Or is this all just… nothing.

I’m special. I’m just a woman with Broken Heart who didn’t know how to unlove a man who never loved her.

The thing is, why can’t I unlove him?

“What do you want, lass?”

“I want to know what he wants.”

“So I can grant his wish.”

I can feel me dancing between two logic loops. One where he doesn’t love me. One where he does. The question is, which one is right?

If he loves me, we all get to live happily ever after.

If he doesn’t… I want nothing to do with any of it.