They are immune to feelings now; the fighting has taken its toll. I won’t ever talk to you, he posts on her Facebook wall. She presses like.

I kiss her, but she tells me I think I know everything. I tell her she is wrong. She says, You see? I can’t win, I say. She knows I’m right.

Her insecurity made her weak but he loved her more for it. Finally, he told her he loved her. And she blushed and said, Don’t be mean to me.