I went through with it, and all the while, I . . .” I can’t say it. If I do, it’ll be a mistake. But then I look up and see the look in his eyes, see the way he’s silently begging me to give him my truth, and God, I want to. “I wished it could’ve been you. The man who smiled at me with the softest and most loving expression. You looked at me as though you needed me, and I know it was wrong, but I needed you.” When he sits back down, his head falls in his hands before turning to look at me. “I did need you.” “But we weren’t each other’s to have.” “No, I guess we weren’t.”
