Belle, age 16, throws away the heart of Catherine, age 15. She didn’t really love Catherine, not really, so she had to string along Catherine like a doll so as not to upset her. I suppose, in a way, it seemed like a different kind of love, the way she didn’t want to upset her.

Catherine gave and gave, and Belle sat, taking it all and forcing herself to give when she had barely anything. Belle, age 36, calls Catherine one day, her old friend from high school. She’s finally ready to tell her she misses her and loves her, all those sweet words she didn’t want to say 20 years prior. And yet Catherine said “I moved on, Belle. Why can’t you?”