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I should have been elated, but I was too busy being scared out of my mind because I had this feeling … a terrible unexplainable feeling that he wasn’t simply going to break my heart, he was going to shatter it beyond repair. And I would live my life as a jaded lover who would never trust another man again. All in. Smart women saved a part of their hearts—like if even a small part were left intact, it could grow a full heart again. One cell at a time. Nope. I let the whole fucking organ dive off the cliff, which meant he would leave me heartless and broken.
“We fight with the strongest parts of our bodies. We listen to the voice of reason in our heads. But on our weakest day, we fight with every single cell in our body. We fight out of a passion to live or to save another life. We feed off the pain. We give everything only
Love was supposed to be many beautiful things. And it was. But at the core of love, there existed this really selfish need. I refused to believe that if you truly loved someone you’d set them free. No. You didn’t set them free. You held them. You nurtured them. You made their happiness yours.
He wasn’t mine, but I was his.
