I want to reach over and grab her hand to comfort her. I want to say something reassuring to her. If this were yesterday, I’m sure I would have done that without a second thought. But it’s not yesterday. It’s today, and Charlie and I are complete strangers today.

Todo en ella es cautivante, como la consecuencia de una tormenta. No se supone que la gente obtenga placer de la destrucción que la madre naturaleza es capaz de hacer, pero queremos mirar de todos modos. Charlie es la devastación dejada a raíz de un tornado.

This isn't a game I want to win, Charlie. If anything, I'd say we both lost

I get no reaction from her. Nothing. Which means I get everything.

Before, when I looked at her, she was just the girl who as experiencing this weird phenomenon with me. Now when I look at her, she's the girl I've apparently made love to for a while. The girl I apparently still love. I just wish I could remember what it's supposed to feel like.

I want to feel that again. I want to remember what it feels like to love someone like that. And not just anyone. I want to know what it feels like to love Charlie.