the same way I let her talk me into everything like a stupid dummy. I gave up everything for her. Everything. Every single piece of me. Why? Why was I so stupid? Because I loved her. Still did. Even now. I believed in us. In love. Real true love. The kind very few people ever got but we were one of the lucky ones. We had the stuff romance novels were made of. We were the friends-to-lovers trope destined for happily ever after. How could we not be? Being roommates in an inpatient treatment
