“You deserve better, Roro. I’m just holding you back from what you really need.” He’d been fucking right that I deserved better. I had just been in some serious denial back then, asking him to stay, to not give up on fourteen years. Telling him I loved him so much. “Don’t do this,” I’d pleaded in a way that would have horrified my mom. Yet he had. With time and distance, I now knew exactly what I’d dodged in the long run.
