I was crying uncontrollably. I wasn't used to crying, I hadn't actually cried in years. Lately, though, I would break down at the slightest provocation. The day before, a lemonade commercial had me sobbing for an hour. That's what going off the meds does to you, at least that's what they told me. Withdrawal or some shit like that.

But now I had something real to cry about. For a year and a half I had been dating and living with a girl who I thought was a hindrance. I had truly believed that something was wrong with her or me. I suddenly realized that it was all ending, and that I had been wrong. I loved her. I loved her deeply. Everything that she had ever done or said was haunting me. I knew that she was in the apartment next to ours, connecting with the plain girl with the bad hair. And there was nothing I could do.