“This is bullshit, Kenra.” He stops in front of me. “You do that when you think of me? Seriously?” His brows shoot high, and he beats on his chest. “I’m right fucking here. I’ve been right fucking here. For years. You walked away. You refused to acknowledge what I’ve basically been begging to give you.” “I know. And I’m so sorry,” I whisper, tears slipping down my cheeks. “I made choices I can’t take back—” “Why?” He crouches in front of me. “Why can’t you take them back? Why can’t you let me love you?”
