The Boyfriend Candidate (Fool Me Once, #2)

by Ashley Winstead

Maybe I just couldn’t give him what he needed.”

Yes, you had to work hard to keep the people you loved with you; but sometimes, no matter how hard you worked, it simply wasn’t enough. That was the greatest anxiety simmering under the surface of my heart.

And then, of course, I had to chastise myself for even noticing how long we’d gone without talking, because we were not actually dating.

Just—don’t discount people’s feelings because you’re used to discounting yourself.”

Maybe unhappiness had become like a worn-out armchair, a place I’d grown comfortable and familiar with. Maybe the last bad habit I needed to break was my inability to feel satisfied.

In my experience, you couldn’t trust other people to reciprocate your feelings: not your devotion, your care, or even your loyalty.