“Jealousy is so pretty on you,” he finally says to cut the silence. “This wasn’t jealousy,” I assure him. “It was me finally being in touch with myself. It was me finally understanding that you didn’t have to stick by me all those years. You chose to. Because you love me. And all that hope you had? It was because your soul knew it was linked to mine. You were just facing a seriously stupid girl.”
