PS: I Hate You

by Lauren Connolly

And I wonder if letting him into my heart again would be the ultimate act of bravery, or a desperate woman repeating the same mistakes of the past.

You don’t have to earn our friendship to keep us around. It’s yours. We’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m not afraid of the days with you in them,” I whisper. “I’m afraid of the ones I might have without you.”