Chapter 26
I fell asleep on the couch last night, clutching a pillow to my chest and I wake up with my cheeks sticky with dried tears. But then I realize I'm not actually on the couch anymore. I'm sleeping in our bed, tucked in carefully. He must've carried me to the bed after he got back home. I turn, but the other side of the bed is empty and by the way, it feels so cold, probably not even slept in. It makes my eyes water again. Dammit, I can't cry all the time. We are still fine. Nothing changed. I always knew there was a certain risk with him. If only a few moments is all I get with him, then I'll seize them and cherish the hell out of them, and then pick up my broken heart and move on. I know there will be a guy out there someday that will love me enough to try to put the world at my feet. Bu
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