“I am not healed,” he said, eyes steady, dark pools Indira could drown in. “I am not fixed. I can’t promise you I ever will be. But I do promise to work on it. Every day. Every single day. And I think it started with wanting to be with you, but it changed. Morphed.” Jude sucked in another gasping breath. “I like feeling happy,” he said, a smile breaking across his stern mouth. “And I want that for myself. For us. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make that happen.” “You’re allowed to be broken,” she said, taking his hands and kissing his knuckles. “And you’re allowed to be repaired. I love
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