It was devastating, and I hated it. I hated how gorgeous this cowboy was. I hated how much he still cared about me. I hated how much he was willing to do for me. I hated how good his soul was, how pure his heart was. I hated that, after all these years, he was taking care of me like he never stopped. I hated how I didn’t deserve any of it. I hated myself for letting this cowboy love me.
