Leah
I was crying badly now, shaking so hard my knees nearly buckled.
"There were times," I whispered, hating myself for what I was about confessing, "times I thought you did. You didn't even have to say it. I felt it, I believed it and I loved you too."
My throat closed.
"And that's what makes this worse, Aiden. I f*****g loved you and you still broke me. Even after all these years, even when I thought you were dead, you still owned my heart. Does that even make any sense?"
His hand cupped my face gently. "You're right," he said, his voice wrecked and stripped raw. "I don't know how to love the right way. But I'm trying, Leah. I swear I am."
I shook my head, tears spilling faster.
"You say things like that so easily," I cried. "You swear you won't hurt me again and then you do so
