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"Heaven knows I had never wanted to use him, but I couldn't help but interpret the guilt I felt now to mean that I had. Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to beak you. I'd been broken beyond repair. But I need him now, needed him like a drug. I'd used him as a crutch for too long, and I was in deeper than I's planned to go with anyone again. Now I couldn't bear for him to be hurt, and I couldn't keep from hurting him, either. He thought time and patience would change me, and, though I knew he was dead wrong, he'd still try. He was my bbestfriend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough."


<|3 wish you'd understand.