Thanks be to EBT.
That gaping hole in my chest he was repairing starts to swallow me whole again.
I'm going to be alone.
Because I deserve to be alone.
I did this to myself.
I have nobody else to blame.
My eyes start to fill with tears.
"Please don't cry. Just hear me out."
He moves away from me a little and then sighs.
"You're not ready to be in a relationship. You're nowhere near being ready. You're... emotionally and mentally fucked up right now. You have to get through this first. As much as I want something with you, we just can't until you deal with everything, including yourself."
He's telling the truth.
It hurts to know he's telling the truth.
"And you have to," he clears his throat, "deal with the Edward situation."
He looks at me, though he seems scared to.
"Do you still love him?"