“I know you care about me,” Vashti says, tears glittering in her eyes. “I can give you time. We can keep trying to make this work.” That sounds exhausting. Fighting what I feel for Yasmen has become a full-time job. Moonlighting to make sure I’m giving Vashti what she needs is not fair to her, to me, not even to Yasmen. “You deserve everything from the man in your life, Vash,” I say, reaching over to hold her hand. “I hoped that could be me. I really did, but I don’t want you to settle for less.”
Also keepin it extra real !
