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At my weakest, I wish for him. And at my strongest, I wish I could say it wasn’t the same.
“I…” My hands find his arms, cupping his wrists. “I regret not doing it right. And I regret not being what I’m supposed to be.” He strokes a thumb across my wet cheek. “I’m sorry you have to be anything at all.”

