I’d once thought that he maybe could get over that. See me for me, the way his words had always expressed. But there’d always been a wall. An obstacle. I’d tried to knock it down, and I’d taken the chance, placed myself at his feet. He’d rejected me. I’d never forget his words. Sweet and tender and so horrifyingly painful that I still carried them like a scar. I love you, Dakota. So fucking much. But not like that.
