I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.

You think that just because you left, it would change how I feel? Well, guess what? You're wrong. I can't help how I feel. I'm still in-

You've always had a good grasp on what's right and wrong. You just have a hard time admitting that sometimes you choose the wrong.

Are you talking to her or me, because I just can't tell

But I trusted him once and I decide to do it again. I just pray to God he doesn’t shove me down and break me, because I’m already in too many pieces and I just don’t know how much more breaking I can take.

I love you, Ella May," I whisper, kissing her cheek. "And one day I want to be doing this exact same thing at our wedding.

You left me, ripped out my heart, and then came back acting like a robot, and you know what? We made it through. You and I, good or bad, belong together. We make each other whole.