If love is like a possession, maybe my letter are like my exorcisms

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms. My letters set me free. Or at least they're supposed to.

Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.