Oh gosh. There are no words.
Abigail is a bit confused. She gets angry and jealous. She loves this man…who really should be called a boy because he doesn’t know what he wants or how to deal with life. This is where Abigail comes in, or at least, it’s where she thinks she comes in. You see, she has this inherently tragic flaw of trying to fix people. It probably stems from her fundamental need of being needed. And when someone is broken, that’s when they need constant support—this is where Abigail thrives.
She loves this man…who really should be called a boy…and he’s perfectly suited for her in that twisted way fate can present life to us. He was broken in the most fundamental way.
And she called this love.