"How did you walk away from him? He was the one you loved more than life itself. What made you leave that love behind?" he asked, staring into her eyes, trying to piece together the puzzle of each piece of pain she ever felt. She wiped a tear with the back of her hands and turned away from him, her voice cracking as she was barely able to whisper "He hurt me, and he knew that he did. When I told him that he hurt me, he ignored it and disrespected my feelings. And Oh God, as much as I loved him, as much as I will always love him, I am not willing to settle for a life with a man who disrespects me, invalidates my feelings, and projects all of the bullshit from his past relationships on to me. I loved that man more than I have ever loved anyone and any thing. Perhaps, when I am 80 years old, I will still love him but I will never regret walking away to the love that I deserve. He was the love that I wanted, and I was the love that he did not deserve. His edges were too sharp, he was too broken and I... I was too vulnerable." Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #412 12.09.2023 8:07 pm.
