cold hearts on summer nights

I remember the exact moment he told me. I was so angry and he was so drunk and we were in the middle of norton st. I kept trying to walk away and he kept grabbing me and I was crying so hard I thought I’d never stop, and he was pleading for my understanding but all I wanted to do was hit him and he was holding me tight while I struggled to break free and just give him one good one in the face and I yelled so much I lost my voice but he just kept appologising and he was still so calm and quiet and composed and I think that’s why I loved him so much. Why I still love him… because even though he knew he was hurting me, he wanted me to be okay.