“It’s like little pieces of you are coming back to me. And it’s not that I’m realizing how much I want you. I’m remembering it. Bit by bit, I’m remembering it. Even though I tried really fucking hard to hold on to the anger, I just couldn’t.” “Why, Julian?” I shook my head, practically speechless. “I don’t want you to feel that way anymore. I don’t want that for us.” “Because I thought it was better for you, Juni. And for my family.” “It isn’t,” I insisted. “It isn’t what’s better.”
