Across Eternity (Parallel, #4)

by Elizabeth O'Roark

I cry for all the moments in our past that meant nothing. How deeply I felt them all and how badly I wish I had never left. I suppose I should consider myself lucky to learn just how shallow his feelings for me actually were, but I’m not. If someone would allow me to go back to those days, to return to my ignorance, I’d accept the offer gladly.

I want to smack her upside the head. Knock some smarts into her.