She came back from a summer in Ireland a completely different person. I said to her, “You used to love every moment together. You used to love every time I touched you. You don’t even want me to touch you anymore, do you?”
She screamed through a rush of tears, “No!”
Aftermath: I drank, did lots of drugs and messed around with other women for a whole year before converting back to my Catholic faith. Now I’m dating her roommate. I had a crush on her first, anyway.