The fragility of love is what is most at stake here—humanity’s most crucial three-word avowal is often uttered only to find itself suddenly embarrassing or orphaned or isolated or ill-timed—but strangely enough it can work...
I am the red in remembered. Why am I red? Because I’m embarrassed.
He hated being filled with terror. It was embarrassing.
Hell hath no fury like a man embarrassed by a woman