We sit on the steps, the unusually warm night air curling around us softly.
He says things I don't want to hear, things that break my heart, things that make me want to cry.
But I don't let him have that satisfaction. I sit quietly, taking in his words, his betrayal. I listen to him telling me how he wants to have his cake and eat it, too. I hear him tell me his need to have me on his terms. I hear my heart being torn in two.
I try to forget why I am in love with him.
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