I Almost Left Him for Being Boring—Then My Post Exploded

he was doing it with words.

I walked to him and took his hands.

Those hands.

The ones I had stared at the night before like they were evidence.

“I’m not leaving,” I said. “But I need you to hear me.”

He looked up.

I squeezed his fingers gently. “I don’t need you to destroy yourself to prove you love me.”

His jaw clenched. “You said you wanted a house.”

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