“We’d come home drunk and lie in bed, I’d ask what was on his mind since something always was. He’d ignore it until I grabbed his hands and pinned him down. He didn’t think I loved him because I always wrote about my ex-boyfriend. Truth is, I did and I do love him. But it just doesn’t come when you’re happy.” LoveLifeTruthHappinessSadnessThoughtsPast LoveThinking About ItCurrent Love Author:Dominic Riccitello