Torn (Flyleaf Singles #3)

"We sat cross-legged on my bed, the globe wobbling between us on its plastic stand, and you turned it until a part of Asia and all of Australia faced me. You pressed your palm against Africa and teased a corner of South America until you peeled it off, taking most of the Atlantic Ocean with you. I held my breath, worried you were going to tear it away from the rest of the world--much too easily--and ball it up and throw it into my wastebasket. But you let it hang there and when I slowly spu...