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“I’m not one of your conquests,” he says in a throaty voice. “I know what you want, and you don’t need to take it. I can give it to you.”
“I want to love you more than I love this”—he waves his bottle—“and I don’t know how else to do it unless there’s something to lose.”
Being called weird by Connor is like a unicorn calling a horse magical.
No one told me you can love someone and still be miserable. How is that possible?
And I suppose, the fear of losing each other is always stronger than the pain we cause.
“I love you, but I want to love you enough that I never choose alcohol over you. Not even for a moment. I want to be someone you deserve. Who helps you rather than enables you, and I can’t begin to do that until I get help for myself.”
“I’ll always be yours. No distance or time apart will change that, Lily. You need to believe that.”
“Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.”
He knew the only way for me to truly fight is if I have something to lose.
