“Babe, you have history. And he broke your heart.” “I didn’t want him to break my heart.” “No one wants a broken heart, sweetheart.” “I mean, I wished that I’d never given him that power. I know I pretend I’m over it, but I think I still hate him because it makes it easier to pretend he didn’t hurt me. That he wasn’t ever someone who amazed me and thrilled me and put a smile on my face. That he wasn’t ever the man of my dreams. Or at least, the man I thought was the man of my dreams.”
