He asked me why I couldn’t be with him and why I never accepted his affections and kept pushing him away when all he ever did was love me, and I felt bad because I so terribly wanted to love him.
But every time he grabbed my hands or stroked my hair or kissed me, all I could think of was two years ago, when I chased desperately after a man who would never love me the way I wanted him to.
I could tell his heart was breaking with my silence when he asked me if I loved him, but I couldn’t bring myself to lie to him and I watched him walk away from me, just as I had to do two years ago, when asked to leave by the man who broke my heart.
D.N. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #33