“I’m sorry if I made you doubt that I love you. I never stopped. And I know it’s probably hard to understand, but everything I did was because of how much I love you. Maybe it was all wrong. But I’m not…” I trailed off, struggling to find the words to explain. “You’re not the same.” “I’m not, but it’s deeper than that.” I glanced away. It was hard to look at her and talk about this. “It was rough in there. Maybe it makes me weak that everything that happened fucked me up inside like it did. But I’m just trying to keep it together. It’s harder than you think.” She touched my face again,
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