His words tore through my heart like tiny daggers, piercing a million holes into my already broken heart. And there’s nothing I can do. I cry. I pray…I pray that I’m enough for him. I pray that he’ll somehow see past this bullshit, this exterior. I don’t think my heart would ever recover if he walked away right now. I can only imagine how many tiny daggers would pierce my soul - my very existence, if he did walk away.
I looked at him.
“Please don’t.” I said.
I heard the door close louder than it ever had closed before.
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