Even as I turn and walk out the door, I know that I won’t ever stop hoping for him. Won’t ever stop longing for the peace I found in his embrace. I used to think I understood numbers but not people, logic but not emotions. I know better now. We’re really just equations longing for that other half of us. I can walk away from Damon Scott because he wants me to, but I can’t stop loving him. It’s part of who I am, the logic as simple and undeniably sad as that.
