Or the way it all fell apart.
What are you doing up so late?
Hard to sleep when the bed is so empty.
I know the feeling.
What are you doing up?
Pretending like I wasn’t waiting for my former boss to text me.
Boss? Is that all I am to you?
Hard to say. My boss wouldn’t have just let me walk away. But neither would my boyfriend…
Touche.
I really am sorry for that. It’s not an excuse, but I was in my head and let my dad get to me.
The thing is, he made some good points.
About me?
About me.
How I’m scared to need anyone.
How I always find a way to screw up the good things in my life.
You didn’t screw up, Liam. We both let it fall apart.
Maybe.
But I should’ve fought harder for you.
I should’ve made you feel like you were worth fighting for.
You did.
Until you didn’t.
Olive...
I think about you every damn day.
About the way you smiled when you thought no one was watching.
The way you smelled like sunshine and soap after feeding the calves.
The way you made that house feel like home without even trying.
You made it feel like home for me, too.
Then why does it feel like I burned it all to the ground?
Because love isn’t just about staying when it’s easy.
It’s about choosing each other when it’s hard, too.
