“I can’t do this anymore, Joe. I can’t pretend that I’m your friend. It hurts too much. I like you.” I love you. “And I know we can’t be together. I respect that. Honestly, I don’t even know if it’s right for us. To be a couple after everything that went down. But I know if I keep in touch, it’s going to keep hurting, and I will never get over you. I will never move on. I will never have a husband, and children, and a white picket fence, and an ever after. Right now, you hold my happiness in your hand. I have to turn my back on this happiness and find another.”
