She was the perfect woman for me.
I was keenly aware of just how broken I was. Years of a toxic family environment, then a few more years of alternating between rehab and periods I don't really recall, it left me with a bunch of issues, mostly mental.
But she was kind, and generous, and patient. If anyone was able to love me, to accept me, to help me piece together something resembling a life, it would be her, and only her.
She was perfect. So of course she'd not want to have anything to do with someone like me.
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