A stronger man would have been able to hold their ground. But I wasn’t a man yet, and I loved her too much to not comfort her when she was falling apart in my arms. “I love you, too,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her. “I always have, and I always will.” “No, no, no,” she cried, clawing at my back to drag my body closer to hers. “Please don’t say it.” “But I can’t be with you,” I strangled out, holding her up when her legs gave out. “We can’t get back together.”
