twenty-three years. The time we’ve spent together matters, but it doesn’t mean I have to spend the rest of my life feeling lonely.”
Daniel’s eyes filled with tears.
“I know.”
I took his hand.
“I loved you when we had nothing. I loved you when we built our life. I still care about you now. But I need to love myself enough to recognize when something is hurting me.”
He squeezed my fingers.
“I don’t want you to lose yourself trying to save us.”
I looked at him.
“Then don’t
