My instincts rebelled against the very thought of that. I loved Lily, or was as close to love as someone like me could be, and I was more and more against the idea of letting her go. If you loved someone, surely you held on to them through thick and thin. That made a lot more sense to me.
This is literally my thinking process… like I’m sorry, if someone freaking loved me so much he shouldn’t be able to live without me, he can’t even let me go at all, even an hour away is torture and the distance eats at him and he just can’t stand breathing without me near.
Like I’m sorry, did you just say you love me so you had to let me go… shut the flip up.
