I don’t know if I want you, he says. But I do know that I don’t want anyone else to have you.
It wasn’t good enough, I knew that. Honestly, I did. In my mind it was crystal clear. However, my heart refused to listen. All my heart heard was, I don’t want anyone else to have you.
And within that was a glimmer of hope, a spark of optimism. I refused to see things for what they really were. I refused to accept reality.