“When I get something good in my life, I always question it.” My breath stuttered out in response to those raw, broken words. “I don’t know how to be happy—for years…” More tears escaped. I swiped them away and Miles flashed me a grateful smile before continuing. “For years I couldn’t even talk to you. Couldn’t have a real conversation with the one guy in the whole goddamn town I liked—because just looking at your face made me weak.”
