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““Our story was not supposed to end like this.” She says, “You couldn’t even say goodbye?” She asks, “You were always so full of words, so now my question is this: when did you decide that I was not worth the sound of your voice? When did you decide that I was not worth fighting for? I would never give up on you. No matter how much you were hurting or how badly you screwed up. This isn’t love.” She says, “This isn’t love, and I’m a fool for believing it was.””

— -SW// This is the end of a story with too many chapters that read just like this.

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““I compare him to you a lot,” she says, a smile growing on her lips. “The way he looks at me, you never looked at me like that. Like I was something precious, something to cherish. You never listened, you’d brush away my views and opinions and insist you were right. He doesn’t. He listens, takes in my view and respects it. You never held me like he does. You’d make it seem like a chore, something you had to do. He takes my hand when I don’t expect it, pulls me close and kisses me like he can’t stop himself.” Her smile is beaming, but it’s not for him. Not anymore. “I compare him to you a lot because now I see how bad you were for me. I thought I was happy with you, but now I know I am so much happier with him than I ever was with you.””

— Excerpt from the book I’ll never write