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I couldn’t have been more wrong about Hardin, and that really does just go to show that people can only change themselves, no matter how hard you try. They have to want it as bad as you do or there is no hope.
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you.
“That’s just it, Hardin, I don’t want to have to survive. I want to live.”
“I’m sorry that I couldn’t fix you,” I tell him while softly stroking his damp hair. “Me, too,” he cries against my legs.
There were so many things I should have said, could have said, and sure as hell would have said if I had known my days in heaven were numbered.
I saw the empty, sad girl smile for the sad boy who loves her with all of his broken soul.
He wants to remind her that whatever their souls are made of, his and hers are the same. Their favorite novel said it best.
“Don’t hide, not from me,”
“You won’t know how lucky you are to be able to spend your life with the other half of your soul until you have to spend your life without them.”
How can people be expected to choose what they want to do for the rest of their life when they’re just beginning their life?
AFTER EVERYTHING, we made it. Whatever the hell our souls are made of, they are the same.
