We have a weird relationship, the three of us. I despise them when they’re around me. They turn my stomach into a knot, cause my breathing to quicken, and my heart to pound in my chest.
“I forgive myself for believing the lies I was told, knowing where it would lead.”
You are the one person I will never get over, ever. You are the one who will always be the ‘What if?’…I wanted a family with you, to have your children. You are the ONLY man I ever wanted to marry. And you broke my heart—again.
These new mental powers could make Wilvert Teeter rich and famous, but he didn’t care about any of that. He just wanted to know for sure what other people were thinking about him.
We each have a unique apology language that resonates with our hearts.
She’ll be the type you’ll hurt when you’re young and you’ll live to regret it when you’re older.
I want you to know I would do things differently now. I wouldn’t be so cynical, I wouldn’t close myself off the way I did, I wouldn’t have doubted your intentions, I wouldn’t have refused to believe that maybe I deserved more than all I had ever known.
I feel sorry for you. For her. For what the both of you had the potential to be, but never became. A close-but-not-close-enough, a halfway connection, an almost-love.