“But why?” I swallow a thick knot made of guilt, sadness, and regret. “Because I swore I’d never be that for anyone again. Not after her. That part of my life is over.” She opens her mouth as though to reply but quickly closes it. “What?” I demand, against my better judgment. “I just … I guess that’s all good if it’s something you have no interest in anymore, but if you’re only closing that part of yourself off because you think it’s the right thing to do …” She looks at me with eyes full of pity and I can’t fucking stand it. “Well, that makes me sad for you.”
