“Yeah, it kills me to love him, but loving him was the best thing that’s ever happened to me, even though I wasn’t enough for him. Big surprise,” I mutter. “The hating him part sucks, even though I don’t actually hate him. But I have to because if I don’t hate him, I wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but how I wasn’t enough. But even if I could turn off the love part, it wouldn’t negate the pain.
