#Chapter26
Sure, I didn't have him, but at least I was close to him, at least I got a taste of him.
I swallow. /"Okay,/" I say, trying to choose between 'goodnight' and 'goodbye', but I leave the kitchen after that.
For a moment, I thought he was going to give this a try. I thought he was going to keep me. I thought we would grow together over time, my forgiveness coming after his endless amounts of apologies ranging from different attempts to earn it. I thought we would sleep together in his bed, that I would feel his arms holding me greedily from the world, not wanting to share. I thought we would kiss a hundred more times and laugh and cry and yell. But no. It's over instead. I wasn't even given the chance to forgive him.