All I want is for you to be happy. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. And I’ll do anything to make that happen for you, even if it means helping you to forget me.

I’ve never needed to wrap my arms around someone more than I do right now, and I’d give anything to have her here with me. To just be able to press my face in her hair and feel her arms around my waist, her hands on my back. There isn’t a single thing in this world that could comfort me like she could, but I didn’t tell her that. I couldn’t.

I need you to know that it was always you who had my heart. And I would have never let anyone else borrow it if I knew there was a chance in hell you’d ever want it back.

He presses his mouth to mine and kisses me with so much emotion, I forget all the things. Everything. I forget where I am. Who I am.

He hasn’t spoken a single word to me yet, but his actions have said a million thank yous.

You’re beautiful. Every inch of you is so beautiful.

But the only thing that makes me sad—the biggest thing—is that I think about you every second of every day and I don’t know how to get over you.” “Don’t,” I beg her. “Please don’t get over me.

His hand squeezes my waist and he eyes me hard. “Fallon.” He says my name like it’s an entire lecture in itself.

Another tear falls, but this time it falls from my eye. I take a step back and I let go of her.