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Even though he couldn't belong to me until he stopped belonging to her.
Kate’s specific brand of angst is like a paper cut, it’s appears tiny but fucking burns like hell.
When had it happened? When had Alex stolen all the warm, tender places inside me for herself?
It made me want to reciprocate. Kiss her, hold her, mark her, club her over the head and drag her back to my cave. Anything. Anything that would scream This one is for me and I'm for her.
I loved her. I knew it without qualification. More than that, I felt it inside me, heavy and expansive like a bottomless lake.
I can’t possibly swoon any harder, and yet…
"I'm not good at many things. But I'll always be good to you."
