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could tell in the morning, with his red-rimmed eyes and his drawn face. The way he’d look at my mom when he thought no one was looking at him. Like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. Like he wouldn’t survive it if she didn’t.
I’m so used to reducing myself to feeling things halfway that it’s become second nature.
His eyes are dark and he looks like he wants more, but there’s still so much I’m unsure about when it comes to the intricacies of this. Wanting someone and wanting them to want me back.
think you tell yourself you don’t deserve the things you want so it’s easier for you to manage your expectations. It won’t hurt if you don’t care, right? How many lies have you told, Aiden?”
“Not wanting me to go isn’t the same as wanting me to stay. I
