8. Uninvited guests

I saw my ex, Ethan, who had caused me so much pain and heartache.

Despite my better judgment, I opened the door, and there he was, standing in front of me, looking sad and desperate.

"Please, can we talk?" he begged.

I sighed and shook my head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Please, just hear me out," he pleaded.

I paused for a moment, considering his request. I knew that it was probably a mistake, but a part of me still wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Fine," I said, reluctantly. "Come in."

He stepped inside, and I closed the door behind him. We stood there in silence for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say.

Finally, he spoke. "I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. I never should have treated you the way I did. I miss you, and I want us to be together again."

I shook my head. "It's too late for that. I can't trust you anymore, and I can't put myself through that kind of pain again."

"But I love you," he said.

"That's not enough," I replied. "Love isn't just about wo