He knew, deep down, that he was unlovable.
Not because he was abusive or anything, he kept up an outer
shell of being an average guy, and the inner core of that wasn’t a serial
killer or a rapist or anything evil.
But the inner core of his being? It was selfish and
uncaring, no matter how much he tried, he just couldn’t bring himself to care
about anyone other than himself, to love anyone other than himself. And if he
couldn’t give love, he knew that he couldn’t receive love.
No matter how many times she lied to him.
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