“Why do you keep waiting on him?” she asked me. She brushed my tear-soaked hair out of my face.
“I think it’s because if I give up on him, if I give up on my first love, then my belief in love will be shattered. It’s like, I thought love would conquer all. So if I stop waiting for him—if I stop waiting for him to come back, then love is breakable,” I told her. My eyes were still welling with tears. “I don’t want love to be breakable. I don’t want my heart to become pessimistic. I want love to be forever, and I want forever to be with him.”
— excerpt from an unfinished book // “breaking up is hard to do”