“Fuck, Zo. I—” I shake my head, needing to get the words out while I still can. “I want so much for you,” I cry, diving deep into the darkest corners of my heart. “I want you to find love again. I want you to get married and have the big house on the hill with the picket fence and a million kids running around. But more than that, I want you to know that you’re deserving of that love, and while it hurts to think about you ever loving someone else the way you’ve loved me, I don’t want you to feel guilt for opening yourself up again.” His tears fall, his voice all choked up. “Zoey, I . . . I
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