“I want more, Blaze. I want dates, I want trips, I want to eat dinner without expectations, I want you to be proud to have me on your arm, and most of all, I want your heart.” “I thought you were happy with what we have.” “I am,” he sighs, “I was. I still want what we have, but I need more. I deserve more.” “You do.” I stand from the couch, and I watch his face fall. “But it can’t be from me.” I kiss his forehead, and I close my eyes, soaking it in. “I’m sorry, Elijah.” I walk swiftly to the door before I can change my mind. Leaving my heart with him.
