I’ve got to figure out how to stop this. How to fall out of love with him, how to unbind us when what I’ve done has connected us for years to come. Because this is what part of me, an awful part, still hopes: that if I give him enough time, Peter will realize I’m worth a relationship, worth giving a chance. That he barely knows Chase and I am the one who’s always been here for him. That the connection to him I feel, the one that vibrates beneath my skin when he’s near me, isn’t one-sided. And I can’t put that sliver of a chance in jeopardy.
