“You deserve good things. You deserve to be happy.” My brows pinch in. “I am happy. You make me happy.” “No, no, I don’t. You are not happy with me. You’ve made yourself miserable. You’ve put your needs, your feelings, yourself last for the sake of making me happy. I think you lied to yourself enough that you believed it, but you’re not. I can’t make you happy. I can’t give you the emotional stability you need. I wanted to…”
