I loved him enough to leave him. Was that really love, or just another kind of cowardice?I never asked him what he wanted to choose.We got seven days. Seven days to be everything we never let ourselves be before. I thought that was the ending fate had written for us.I was wrong about which one of us it was going to take.If you knew you only had seven days left with the person you loved most — would you spend them protecting your heart, or finally letting it break all the way open?