“Two broken hearts – we would destroy each other before we even had a chance to begin. But no matter how many reasons I gave myself to stay away, I would still end up back at her door, ready for more chocolate pudding, nervous babbling, and brief glimpses of heaven. Her zeal for life was addictive, and I needed my fix. I needed the life only my angel could bring. I’m a selfish bastard.”
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