“I hate feeling like this. But I don’t know how to stop,” I admitted. “I wish I could just love someone else. I wish I could just love you. You’re so much better than him.” I was crying now. Stupid, childlike, tears I knew I would be ashamed of later. Nathan only held me tighter. “Love doesn’t work like that, baby.” He laughed gently. “But for what it’s worth, I wish you could too.”
