With All My Love
He just turned back toward his clothes, yanking his shirt over his head.
I could feel everything slipping away. The past, the present, and any hope for the future were crumbling as despair took hold. Memories of my childhood flashed in my mind, the echoes of my parents' arguments, the feeling of never being enough. The fear of becoming my mother, always reaching but never quite grasping happiness. I didn't want to lose Patrick the way she lost love. "Patrick, I love you."
“Please,” I begged. “I love you. I swear to God, I love you.”
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