to live with.
“It was the right call,” he said. “I know it was. I just.” He stopped. “I want you to know I understand why you did every single thing you did. I want you to know that.”
I waited.
“I don’t know how to ask you to forgive me,” he said. “I don’t know if I deserve to.”
I looked at him for a long moment, this person I had been holding onto in continue reading …
